The bottom of the rabbit hole is just another head,
dear Alice, dear Alice.
You can really lose yourself by looking through the glass,
dear Alice, dear Alice.
One bite will make you big,
two sips to make you feel small,
then slip through the keyhole and drown.
Keep asking for directions, all you're getting is a smile,
dear Alice, dear Alice.
'Twas brillig in the slithy tove and you don't even bat an eye, Alice,
dear Alice.
White rabbit's out of sight
and this tea will make you feel alright
until you have to move your seat
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"to live like kings and feed your head."
It doesn't matter who you are when we're all mad here.
Shuffle through the deck and all you're drawing is a queen,
dear Alice, dear Alice.
Don't cover up your eyes 'cause everything is at it seems,
dear Alice, dear Alice.
White roses painted red
and you wanna be off with your head
and still the momewraths outgrabe
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"to live like kings and feed your head/"
You give yourself the best advice
but you seldom take it.
And there's much left to ask
how a raven's like a writing desk.
It doesn't matter who you are when we're all mad here.
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