Tin Man
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 shelves
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 color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, 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 color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, 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
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You had the energy to recharge our batteries
I suppose your success became your security
Darkness is not what you need
You were the one who refused to give up
You were the one who lifted us, lifted us off our knees
Now it's our turn to give you some help
Fresh air that's just what you need
Not the stale bread from the failing bitter table
It's so hard
Where's the justice we cry
It's there and will follow us 'til the day we die,
'til the day that we die
Looking at you know, you seem just a shadow
You had the en