G#
1)
Well I G#woke up in mid-afterC#noon cause that's when it D#all hurts the G#most
I dream I never know anyone at the C#party and I'm D#always the G#host
If Cmidreams are like movies, then C#memories are films about G#ghosts
You can D#never escape, you can C#only move south down the G#coast
Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune and fame
I am an acrobat swinging trapezes through circles of flame
If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame
And though I'll never forget your face,
sometimes I can't remember my name
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CmiHey C#Mrs. G#Potter don't D#cry
CmiHey C#Mrs. G#Potter I D#know why but
CmiHey C#Mrs. D#Potter won't you C#talk to G#me
2)
Well, there's 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 of your head
And the ferris wheel junkies will spin them forever instead
When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in bed
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Hey Mrs. Potter don't go
Hey Mrs. Potter I don't know but
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
3)
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
It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet stream
Well, I know I don't know you and you're probably not what you seem
But I'd sure like to find out
So why don't you climb down off that movie screen
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Hey Mrs. Potter don't turn
Hey Mrs. Potter I burn for you
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
4)
When the G#last king of Hollywood C#shatters his D#glass on the G#floor
and G#orders another
GmiWell, I Fmiwonder what D#he did that Cmifor
That's when I Cmiknow that I have to get out cause C#I have been there G#before
So I D#gave up my seat at the C#bar and I head for the G#door
We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars
We stand up at the Palace like it's the last of the great Pioneertown bars
We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars
You can see a million miles tonight
But you can't get very far
You can D#see a million miles tonight
But C#you can't get very G#far
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Hey Mrs. Potter I won't touch and
Hey Mrs. Potter it's not much but
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me
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