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