Sometimes late when things are real And people share the gift of gab between themselves Some are quick to take the bait And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shells But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didnt, didnt already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stained bright colors Image going down, down, down, down Soapsud green like bubbles Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didnt, didnt already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stained bright colors Image going down, down, down, down Soap sud green like bubbles No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man That he didnt, didnt already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of Sir Galahad So please believe in me
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