Tin Man Lyrics

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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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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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