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You used to dream yourself away each night |
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To places that you've never been |
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On wings made of wishes that you whispered to yourself |
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Back when every night the moon and you would sweep away |
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To places that you knew you would never get the blues |
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Now whiskey gives you wings to carry each one of your dreams |
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And the moon does not belong to you |
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But I believe that your heart keeps young dreams |
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Well, I've been told to keep from ever growing old |
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And a heart that has been broken will be stronger when it mends |
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Don't let the blues stop your singing |
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Darling, you only got a broken wing |
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Hey, you just hang on to my rainbow |
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Hang on to my rainbow |
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Hang on to my rainbow sleeves |
