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Looking Glass Blues |
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Think I'd like to climb down in a hole |
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down in the bottom of the world below |
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twist myself back out of sight |
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looking glass says have a look inside |
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drink a little bottle and I disappear |
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smaller I grow, smaller all my fears |
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I can fit inside the heard of anywhere |
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looking glass blues and I don't care |
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time ticks backwards and the day is null |
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borrowing dreams from a buying ground |
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stranded on a chest board, I can't move |
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and I don't even want to sing these backwards blues |
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backwards blues |
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backwards blues |
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what can you see through a looking glass |
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the opposite of everything that you can't have |
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you can't have |
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good or bad |
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I see what exists outside myself |
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the absence of something that I know to well |
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now the fear is reaching like a hand in a glove |
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the ugliest thing inside a heard you can think of |
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I walk through a key big as the sun |
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past all meanings and the things we've done |
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counterfeit soul with an infant brain |
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cause that's how we gonna get along today |
