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Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all the most
I dream I know anyone at the party and I'm always the host
If dreams are like movies, then are films about ghosts
You can escape, you can only move south down the coast

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

Hey Mrs. Potter cry
Hey Mrs. I know why but
Hey Mrs. Potter you talk to me

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

Or the will get out and forget to remember what you said
And the ghosts of the will linger inside of your head
And the Ferris junkies will spin them 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 color my mind when I
And the lovesick rejections accompany the company I keep
All the razor perceptions cut just a little too deep
Hey I can bleed as as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep

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

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

the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
And another. well, I wonder what he did that for
That's when I that I have to get out cause
I been there before
So I up my seat at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah.
We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this of stars
We up in the Palace,
Like it's the last of the great pioneer town
Aw, we shout out these songs against the of electric guitars
Well, you can see a million miles
But you get very far
Aw, you can see a miles tonight
But you get very far

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