Sometimes late when things are real
And the people share the gift of gap 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 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 colors
Image going down down down down
So sad green like bubbles
But I was 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 stained bright colors
Image going down down down down
So sad green like bubbles oh
But I was 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
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