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Alice
Crowded room, too many thoughts inside my head
As I struggle to find a place to sit and breathe
I've waited without hope, through the long night
Panic eating every part of me
I can't figure out which way is up here
Turning more into Alice as time goes by
If I could, I'd drink it, I'd pop it, or I'd smoke it
But it would only serve to make me high
Still, if I could slide into a black hole tonight
And wait out the storm for newest day
I'd wear my gratitude brighter than the light of stars
That is seen from galaxies away

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