| As I lay sleepin' in a garden of painted grass
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| With eyes wide-open, came a voice from the looking glass:
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| «Follow me and soon you’ll find
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| The way to all Men’s peace of mind
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| Where life is gay and death is pretty
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| And the gates read 'Entrance to Paradox City'»
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| In deep profusion, smoke rings gathering 'round my head
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| Led me through shadows singing, «Rejoice for soon you’ll be dead»
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| «So follow me to the depths above
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| Where the skies are paved with marshmallow love
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| And flowers stand guard on the self-seeking pity
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| Daring you enter in Paradox City»
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| Growing confusion brought doubts wandering through my mind
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| As a voice within told me to leave worthless dreams behind
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| «And follow grinning and unhappy laughter
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| Don’t bury yourself in a life never-after
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| But if you can’t make it, come on down Mr. Pretty
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| But if you can welcome to Paradox City!» |