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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the
It's just a brief of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
Well, I know I don't know you and probably 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, turn
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I for you
Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me

When the last king of Hollywood his glass on the floor
And another. well, I wonder what he did that for
That's I know that I have to get out cause
I have there before
So I gave up my at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah.
We drove out to the desert to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We up in the Palace,
Like it's the last of the pioneer town bars
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 tonight
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