| One pill makes you larger
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| And one pill makes you small
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| And the ones that mother gives you
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| Don’t do anything at all
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| Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall
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| And if you go chasing rabbits
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| And you know you’re going to fall
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| Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
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| Has given you the call
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| And call Alice, when she was just small
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| When the men on the chessboard
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| Get up and tell you where to go
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| And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
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| And your mind is moving low
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| Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know
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| When logic and proportion
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| Have fallen sloppy dead
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| And the white knight is talking backwards
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| And the red queen’s off with her head
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| Remember what the dormouse said
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| Feed your head, feed your head
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| One pill makes you nervous
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| And one pill makes you fall
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| And the ones that you’ve been taking
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| Won’t do you any good at all
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| Go ask Alice, she just hit the floor
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| Now, you say you could take it
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| Yeah, you’d say anything
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| But when your habbit does all the talking
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| Yeah, you’d say anything
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| You could ask Alice, but I think she’s gone
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| Now, you’ve just lost all your money
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| And you’ve been thrown out of your home
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| But for one more gram of cocaine
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| You’d sell you very soul
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| Go ask Alice, well, now she knows
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| She’s living in a dreamworld
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| But you’d better pull yourself together
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| 'Cause this is reality
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| But I think that you’d might be better off dead
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| Use your head
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| Use your head
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| Use your head |