Sometimes lateWhen things are realAnd people share the gift of gabBetween themselves
Some are quickTo take the baitAnd catch the perfect prizeThat 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 eveningOr the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in meWhen I say I'm spinning round, round, round, roundSmoke glass stain'd bright colorsImage going down, down, down, downSoaps a green like bubble
Oh Oz never did give nothing to the Tin ManThat he didn't, didn't already haveAnd cause never was the reason for the eveningOr the tropic of Sir Galahad
So pleaseBelieve in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, roundSmoke glass stain'd bright colorsImage going down, down, down, downSoaps a green like bubble
No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin ManThat he didn't, didn't already haveAnd cause never was the reason for the eveningOr the tropic of Sir Galahad
So pleaseBelieve in me
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