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Tin Man
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 shelves
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man
That he didn't, didn't 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 I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass, stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles, oh, oh no
Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man
That he didn't, didn't 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 I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass, stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles, oh, oh no
Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man
That he didn't, didn't 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 I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass, stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles, oh, oh, oh, oh
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Soapsuds green like bubbles, oh, oh, oh, oh
Image going down, down, down, down
Smoke glass, stain bright color
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
So please believe in me
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
And cause never was the reason for the evening
That he didn't, didn't already have
Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man
Soapsuds green like bubbles, oh, oh no
Image going down, down, down, down
Smoke glass, stain bright color
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
So please believe in me
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
And cause never was the reason for the evening
That he didn't, didn't already have
Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man
Soapsuds green like bubbles, oh, oh no
Image going down, down, down, down
Smoke glass, stain bright color
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
So please believe in me
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
And cause never was the reason for the evening
That he didn't, didn't already have
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin man
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
Some are quick to take the bait
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Sometimes late when things are real
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