OVER THE RAINBOW
OVER THE RAINBOW
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW THERE’S A WORLD FULL OF HOPES AND DREAMS. BETTER BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, IT NEVER IS QUITE WHAT IT SEEMS. THEY HAVE TALKING TREES AND MUNCHKINS, AND WITCHES GOOD AND BAD. WHEN YOU GET THERE, YOU’LL MISS ALL THE GOOD THINGS YOU HAD. REMEMBER, DON’T SMELL THE POPPIES, FOR SURE THEY WILL PUT YOU TO SLEEP. AND WHEN YOU’RE ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD, DON’T WANDER IN THE WOODS TOO DEEP. THERE’S LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS AND THE BAD WITCHES SOLDIERS TOO. THEY’LL SCARE YOU AND RUN YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. JUST CLICK YOUR HEALS AND SAY, THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME. IF I EVER GET THERE, I NEVER MORE WILL ROAM.
NOAH SAW IT FIRST, IT WAS A GIFT FROM THE LORD. JUDY GARLAND SANG ABOUT IT; IT REALLY STRUCK A CHORD. EVERYBODY’S LOOKING FOR THAT LAND OF HOPES AND DREAMS BUT WHEN YOU GET THERE IT JUST AIN’T WHAT IT SEEMS.
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW THERE’S A LAND FULL OF MILK AND HONEY. WHERE THE TREES STAND TALL AND EVEN THE MUNCHKINS HAVE MONEY. THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD IS REALLY PAVED WITH GOLD. AND ALL OF THE PEOPLE THEY NEVER GROW OLD. AND THERE’S LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS, OH MY! BUT THEY JUST LICK YOUR HAND AS YOU WALK BY. THE WICKED WITCH, WELL SHE’S JUST A DREAM. AND LIFE IN THE WOODS IS ALL PEACHES AND CREAM. IT MAY SEEM TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, BUT THAT’S JUST MY VISION. YOU CAN BELIEVE IT OR NOT, WELL THAT’S JUST YOUR DECISION. AS FOR ME, I’LL NEVER CLICK MY HEALS AND ASK TO GO HOME. I’D RATHER LIVE IN THIS DREAM ALL ALONE.
NOAH SAW IT FIRST, IT WAS A GIFT FROM THE LORD. JUDY GARLAND SANG ABOUT IT; IT REALLY STRUCK A CHORD. EVERYBODY’S LOOKING FOR THAT LAND OF HOPES AND DREAMS. BUT WHEN YOU GET THERE IT JUST AIN’T WHAT IT SEEMS.
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW THERE’S A HOSPITAL FOR THOSE WITH BROKEN DREAMS. THE LIVES THAT THEY LIVE IN THIER HEADS, IT ISN’T ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS. YOU SEE THEM SMILE, YOU SEE THEM GRIN BUT NOONE REALLY KNOWS THE SHAPE THAT THEY’RE IN. THE DOCTORS WISH FOR THE BEST, FOR SURE THEY WISH THEM WELL. BUT NOONE REALLY KNOWS IF THEY’RE LIVING IN HEAVEN OR HELL. FOR THEM THERE ARE NO HEELS TO CLICK, THERE’S JUST NO WAY HOME. LIKE IT OR NOT, THEY’LL WALK THAT ROAD ALONE.
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