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

Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of and fame
I am an acrobat swinging through circles of flame
If never stared off into the distance then your life is a shame
And though never forget your face,
I can't remember my name

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

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

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

Hey Mrs. Potter go
I said hey Mrs. Potter I know but
Hey Mrs. Potter you talk to me

All the blue light reflections that my mind when I sleep
And the rejections that accompany the company I keep
All the razor perceptions that cut just a too deep
Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I someone to help me sleep

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

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

When the king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
And another. well, I wonder what he did that for
when I know that I have to get out cause
I have been there
So I gave up my at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah.
We drove out to the desert just to lie beneath 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 tonight
But you can't get far
Aw, you can see a miles tonight
But you can't get far

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