เพลง เนื้อเพลง Tin Man America
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 them on the shelf
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 Gallahad
* So please believe in me When I say I'm spinning 'round 'round 'round 'round Smoked
glass stained bright colors Image going down down down down Smoke's a dream like
others
** 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 Gallahad
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So please believe in me