Tin Man - Dewey Bunnell

    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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