Return To Oz

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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

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when his night came to an end

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he tried to grasp his for his last friend

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and pretend that he could wish himself

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health on a four-leaf

clover

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He said is this the return to oz the grass is

dead the gold is

brown and the sky has

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claws

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theres a wind-up man walking round and round what

once was emerald City's

now a crystal

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town

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It's 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

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she tried the last one on it couldn't speak fell off and

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now she just wanders the halls thinking

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nothing

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thinking nothing at

all

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She said is this the return to oz the grass is

dead the gold is

brown and the sky has

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claws

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theres a wind-up man walking round and round what

once was emerald city's

now a crystal

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town

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The wheelies are cutting pavement and the

skeksis at the

rave meant to

hide deep inside their sunken

faces and their wild rolling

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eyes but their callous words

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reveal that they can no longer

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feel love or

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sex appeal

the patchwork girl has come to cinch the

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deal