I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it
I could while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin'
I never feel a thing is real
When I'm away from
I looked at you and suddenly
Something in your eyes I
Somewhere over the rainbow,
Way up high
There's a land that I
(Follow the Yellow Brick Road)
Follow the Yellow Brick Road, follow
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