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Once there was a man, who had a little too much... time on his hands
He never stopped to think that he was getting older
And when his life came to an end, he tried to grasp for his last friend
And pretend that he could wish himself health on a four leaf clover

He said: Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There s a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

Three o clock in the morning
You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads
She says that they re all dead
She tried the last one on, it couldn t speak fell off,
and now she just wanders the halls,
thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all...

She said: Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There s a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town

The wheelies are cutting pavement and the skeksis at the rave meant
To hide deep inside their sunken faces and their wild rolling eyes
But their callous words reveal
That they can no longer feel love or sex appeal
The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal

To return to oz - we ve left the world with smiles and clenching jaws
Please help me friend from coming down
I ve lost my face and now it cant be found

Is this the return to Oz?
The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws
There s a wind-up man walking round and round
What once was a Emerald City is now a crystal town

I knew you all my life
Though only through my dreams
Look inside your mind
And see what s on mine
Calling out my name, I see you there
This frozen cold, it isn t fair
How much of this pride will I spare
We both are seething

All...

Hips swaying, lips lie
Like clockwork, she s in control
Of all the right guys
And I m still waiting

Fitting as ? a car alarm
Wears high-tops with her favorite stone
She s showing off the way she walks
It s on

Take me, show me
(Whoa oh, whoa oh)
The colors of your empty room
The trouble we could...

Picking up the pieces
make a brand new start
what´s going on
the pain inside my heart.
...

Sounds,
the summer sun comes down.
I can hardly see the window
from here now.
Here and now.
The snow,
in waves you ll never know,
through this ever-changing midnight.
Just let it go.
Hey, on this sacred, sun-rinsed day.
They ll sell our cultrue and
they ll sell the...

Disco dancing with the lights down low
Beats are pumping on the stereo
Neighbours banging on the bathroom wall
Your sayin crank the bass
I gotta get some more

Waters runnin in the wrong direction
Got a feelin its a...