Once there was a man
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who had a little too much time on his hands
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he never stopped to think that he was getting older.
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When his night came to an end
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He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend
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That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover
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He said is this the return to Oz?
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The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
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There's a wind-up man walking round and round
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What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
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Its three o' clock in the morning
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You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
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She says that they're all dead
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She tried the last one on
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It couldn't speak, fell off
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And now she just wanders the halls
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Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all
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She says is this the return to Oz?
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The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
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There's a wind-up man walking round and round
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What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
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The wheelies are cutting pavement
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and the Skeksis at the rave meant
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to hide deep inside
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their sunken faces
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and their wild, rolling eyes
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But their callous words reveal
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That they can no longer feel
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Love or sex appeal
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The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal
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To return to Oz we've fled the world
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With smiles and clenching jaws
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Please help me friend from coming down
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I've lost my place and now it can't be found
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Is this the return to Oz?
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The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
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There's a wind-up man walking round and round
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What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
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Return To Oz
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| Scissor Sisters |
