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Tin Man (铁皮人) - America

Written by：Dewey Bunnell/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

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

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 (154630,811Galahad)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