Well my names not Alice, but I know how she felt when her world started turning into something else...
Sometimes I feel like alice
In a wonderland chasing rabits
Cheshire cats and mad hatters
A better world well it don't really matter
Well day breaks and life is as dark as the room
The air is laced with sweet perfume
What is it about morning light
That makes everything feel alright
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