Текст песни America - Tin Man
America - Tin Man слова песни
Sometimes latewhen things are realand people share the gift of gabbetween themselvesSome are quick to take the baitand catch the perfect prizethat waits among the shellsbut Oz never did give nothing to the Tin ManThat he didn`t, didn`t already haveand Cause never was the reason for the eveningor the tropic of Sir GalahadSo please Believe in meWhen I say I`m spinning round, ruond, ruond, troundSmoke glass stained bright colorsImage going down, down, down, downsoapsud green like bubblesOz never did give nothing to the Tin ManThat he didn`t, didn`t already haveand Cause never was the reason for the eveningor the tropic of Sir GalahadSo please believe in meWhen I say I`m spinning round, ruond, ruond, troundSmoke glass stained bright colorsImage going down, down, down, downsoapsud green like bubblesNo, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin ManThat he didn`t, didn`t already haveand Cause never was the reason for the eveningor the tropic of Sir GalahadSo please believe in me