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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
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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
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
hard rock roots
a subtle use of vocal harmony
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
a clear focus on recording studio production
minor key tonality
dirty electric guitar riffs
an emotional male lead vocal performance

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