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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 should have stayed on the farm |
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I should 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 owl 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 that'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'll 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 tidbits like you on the ground |