I'm off to see the wizard in his castle on the hill
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And I never once have known him and I do not know him still
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Because his face it is magnificent but you'll never see his hands
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And the way he throws his voice around I don't know where he stands
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I'm off to see the wizard with his curtain and his crowd
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But my hands are not trembling and my head it is not bowed
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Cause I'm not looking for any answers, no truths to be revealed
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All that I am asking is to show me something real
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I'm not on no yellow brick road, got a mind and a heart and guts of my own
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I'm not looking for a one to set me free
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I'm not on no yellow brick road, I'll find my own way home
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I'm just looking for someone to walk with me
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Hey you behind the curtain tell me what is it you see:
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From where you sit does it appear that everyone is on their knees?
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Their eyes are wide and hopeful and the line grows at the door
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Do you sit up there and wonder how you'll ever give them more?
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Well I'm not on no yellow brick road, got a mind and a heart and guts of my own
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I'm not looking for a one to set me free
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I'm not on no yellow brick road, I'll find my own way home
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I'm just looking for someone
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Don't say that it's not lonely up above the crowd
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Don't tell me you don't find yourself longing for the ground
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And when I asked him one more time won't you tear the curtain down,
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He said don't you know there's nothing here but me,
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And I said baby who'd you think I came to see?
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I'm not on no yellow brick road, got a mind and a heart and guts of my own
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I'm not looking for a one to set me free
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I'm not on no yellow brick road, I'll find my own way home
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I'm just looking for someone to walk with me
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Yellow Brick Road
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Kris Delmhorst |