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When are you gonna come down?
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When are you going to land?
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I shoud have stayed on the farm.
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I shoud have listened to my old man.
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You know you can't hold me forever,
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I didn't sign up with you.
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I'm not a present for your friends to open
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This boy's too young to be singing the blues
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So goodbye yellow brick road,
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Where the dogs of society howl,
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You can't plant me in your penthouse,
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I'm going back to my plough.
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Back to the howling old own in the woods.
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Hunting the horny back toad
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Oh I've finally decided,my future lies
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Beyond the yellow brick road
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What do you think you'll do then?
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I bet they'll shoot down your plane.
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It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics.
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To set you on your feet again
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Maybe you'l get a replacement,
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there's plenty like me to be found.
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Mongrels,who ain't got a penny
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Sniffing for tit-bits like you on the ground
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Good Bye Yellow Brick Road
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| Elton John |
