I've got a little red bow
And i bought it for you
'cause i know you're not fair
I don't get it, oh well
And you color my skin
And the colors don't blend
'cause i'm gonna get you
And your little dog too
There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home
'cause i know you can't wait
Your belligerent hate
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
Like home
I've, got a southern belle too
And ruby red shoes
And a body of straw
Are you sick of it all?
There's a man made of tin
With an oil can grin
And i'm gonna get you
And your little dog too
There's a yellow brick road
That we follow back home
And i know you can't wait
Your belligerent hate
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
And you let me go down
To the end of the road
And the black and the white
A technicolorful life
Can i stand by your side?
We can make it alright
Like home
'cause i'm home
There's a little white porch
And you wanted it so
And you let me go down
To the end of the road
And the black and the white
A technicolorful life
Then another arrived
It's a cowardly lion
What i want from this world
What i wanna resolve
When i want you to stay
So i want you to wait
I don't wanna be bold
I don't wanna be cold
I don't wanna grow old
I don't wanna grow old
compositores: Aaron Fincke, Benjamin Burnley, Jeremy Hummel, Mark James Klepaski
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