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It's 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 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 topic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me when I say
I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright
And the image going down, down, down, down
Soaps on green light bubbles
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 topic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me when I say
I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright
And the image going down, down, down, down
Soaps on green light bubbles
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 topic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me when I say





































































