| Alice lost, she took a long rest in an unknown place
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| She thought, «Where do all these creatures come from?
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| And why are they here?»
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| Like in a club of fur
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| Strange feeling, strange feeling
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| They must be drawn to something
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| They must be drawn to something
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| She reaches back through centuries of arms
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| She reaches back through centuries of arms
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| While hare and fox and doe and deer
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| Are all trying to find her
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| They’re all trying to find her
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| Let her sketch out her rabbit hole
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| Her pleasure dome
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| Through centuries, through centuries
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| Through centuries, through centuries
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| Through centuries of art, of being drawn to something
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| They must be drawn to something
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| Creatures keep swimming around her
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| She must be giving them something
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| Those that sleep in the grass and trees
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| Something that would be better
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| And I have something better
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| I want something better
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| We all want something better
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| We are something better
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| To get us close
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| The beautiful queen, the beautiful clock
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| The ocean, the ocean, the ocean
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| Where I wrote my first poem
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| With my hand on my skin
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| With my hand between my thighs
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| I must be drawn to something
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| A thin layer of wax
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| I must be giving them something
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| She
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| Something that would be better
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| And I, I want something better
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| I want something better
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| We all want something better
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| We all want something better
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| We all want something better
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| We are high, Alice
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| We all want something better
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| We, we are something better
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| We all want something better
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| Alice, Alice, Alice |