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I don't wanna run like mad

But I can't stay here any longer

So can I borrow your red slippers please?

So I could click my heels a few times

And end up where I wanna be

To somewhere I belong.



No, I wouldn't end up where you went

Down a yellow road to a wizard

Then back to the place you left.

No, I would go down a sandy road

And end up standing in front of paradise.

And what scares me the most is

I wouldn't come back.



Can I ask for another favor?

If you wouldn't mind just for me?

Can you please keep your red slippers on,

So I can't use them.

I can't say goodbye to all of this

Until I'm sure I want to.