| 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 heart 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 burying 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 too 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 heart you can think of
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| I walk through a key hole 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 |