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Well I woke in mid-afternoon cause thats when it all hurts the most I dream I never know anyone at the party and Im always the host If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame If youve never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame and though Ill never forget your face, sometimes i cant remember my name Hey Mrs. Potter dont cry Hey Mrs. Potter I know why but Hey Mrs. Potter wont you talk to me Well, theres a piece of Maria in every song that I sing And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings And there 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 everything Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside your head And the ferris wheel junkies will spin there forever instead When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed Hey Mrs. Potter dont go Hey Mrs. Potter I dont know but Hey Mrs. Potter wont you talk to me All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep All the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams Its just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream Well, I know I dont know you and youre probably not what you seem But Id sure like to find out So why dont you climb down off that movie screen Hey Mrs. Potter dont turn Hey Mrs. Potter I burn for you Hey Mrs. Potter wont you talk to me When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor and orders another Well, I wonder what he did that for Thats when I know that I have to get out cause I have been there before So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars We stand up in the palace like its the last of the great pioneer town bars We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars You can see a million miles tonight But you cant get very far Oh, you can see a million miles tonight But you cant get very far Hey Mrs. Potter I wont touch Hey Mrs. Potter its not much but Hey Mrs. Potter wont you talk to me
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 03:50:28 +0000

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