Tin Man Heart
I've got a Tin Man heart
Wound up nice and tight
Goes off when it falls in love
Lets me know when the time is right
Instead of on my chest or sleeve
I hold it tightly in my hand
So you can see its ringing needs
And help fill its demands
Though shiny on the outside
The pretty parts that can be seen
A past mix of dust and flakes of rust
Sometimes grind the gears beneath
If ever it gets broken
It easily can be fixed
I have a friend who is a Wiz
When it comes to things like this
I've got a Tin Man heart
That beats to be free
You'll often find me wind it tight
Hoping to never lose that beat
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