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Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all the most
I dream I never know anyone at the and I'm always the host
If dreams are like movies, then are films about ghosts
You can never escape, you can only move south the coast

Well, I am an idiot a tightrope of fortune and fame
I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of
If you've never stared off the distance then your life is a shame
And I'll never forget your face,
Sometimes I can't my name

Hey Mrs. Potter cry
Hey Mrs. Potter I why but
Hey Mrs. won't you talk to me

Well, there's a piece of Maria in every song I sing
And the price of a is the memory of the sorrow it brings
And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to
And the last one out of the circus has to lock up

Or the elephants will get out and forget to what you said
And the of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your head
And the Ferris junkies will spin them forever instead
When I see you a blanket of covers me in bed

Hey Mrs. don't go
I said hey Mrs. I don't know but
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you to me

All the light reflections that color my mind when I sleep
And the lovesick that accompany the company I keep
All the perceptions that cut just a little too deep
Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need to help me sleep

So I throw my into the air and it swims in the beams
It's just a brief interruption of the swirling sparkle jet stream
Well, I know I know you and you're probably not what you seem
Aw, but I'd like to find out
So why don't you climb down off that screen

Hey, Mrs. Potter, turn
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I for you
Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me

the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
And orders another. well, I what he did that for
That's when I that I have to get out cause
I have been before
So I gave up my seat at the bar and I for the door. Yeah.
We drove out to the desert just to lie down this bowl of stars
We up in the Palace,
Like it's the last of the great pioneer town
Aw, we shout out these songs the clang of electric guitars
Well, you can see a million miles
But you can't get far
Aw, you can see a million miles
But you get very far

Hey, Mrs. Potter, I touch and
Hey, Mrs. Potter, it's not but
Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me
Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me
Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me