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

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

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

Well, there's a of Maria in every song that I sing
And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it
And there is always one last light to out and one last bell to ring
And the last one out of the has to lock 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 spin them forever instead
When I see you a of stars covers me in bed

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

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

So I my hand into the air and it swims in the beams
It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust 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 movie screen

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

When the last king of shatters his glass on the floor
And orders another. well, I what he did that for
when I know that I have to get out cause
I have been there
So I up my seat 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 the last of the great pioneer town bars
Aw, we shout out these songs the clang of electric guitars
Well, you can see a miles tonight
But you get very far
Aw, you can see a million tonight
But you get very far

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