Bad Taste Blues, Pt. III

You were the Wizard of Oz with your electric guitar
 Flyin' in through the Louvre and handin' me cards
 Sharks, coffee, cigarettes
 You were the sultan of swing in the grand scheme of things
 Makin' your way to nowhere and back again
 I wring out my hands, I rinse and repeat
 And I don't regret one moment
 In the palm of my mind, I can hold it
 It'll never go away
 It's got to be there
 It's got to be there
 What if I can't find it in me anymore?
 It's got to be there
 It's got to be there
 What if I can't find it in me anymore?
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 You were the king put in check, just gettin' high on the steps
 You're on the stair behind me
 Combin' the cobwebs right out of my head
 And then a plastic machine, it started paintin' a scene
 We were melting into one person
 And findin' that love is indeed real
 And I don't regret one moment
 In the palm of my mind, I can hold it
 It'll never go away
 It's got to be there
 It's got to be there
 What if I can't find it in me anymore?
 It's got to be there
 It's got to be there
 What if I can't find it in me anymore?