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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

On every corner of every avenuethe word s been passed all aroundbetter watch out, lock up your daughters cause that bad frankie lee is back in townall the ladies fall for frankiesayin, frankie lee, how can it beof all the men here, you re the only onewho s got the...

On this magical dawn the colours of the autumn are reflected by a light
A light that has been captured for years in oblivion

Circles of wind are raging now
and so his powers are slowly dying
Before the coldness rapes the land
his spirit is wandering into the night......

I was wondering if I could
Take you off somewhere
Me and you alone
Doing things we probably not supposed to.
I wanna get close to you.

And I ll grab the both of your hand,
Put them round my waist.
We ll start slow dancing
While the disc jockey playing our song.
I ll give it to you...

Pytam wciąż, zachodzę w głowę:
To rozumu brak napędza zawsze rozum mój
A myśli te tak jałowe, że przeraża mnie ta pustka.
Boję się!

Rozprawy ciąg, sił próbuję,
By pomieścić w mojej głowie cały bezmiar ten.
Za bary wziąć i zrozumieć
Chociaż czuję, ze zakończy się to źle!

I but określi świadomość!

Za chwilę będziesz bogiem!
Nad krwią i...

Nothing for nothing means nothing
Gotta do something muthafucka punch ya in the mouth


Hitman, Oschino and Sparks, Criminal records
Talk to em yo


This is for my ghetto niggas
Reputation is everything so go at with ya life
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