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 heard 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 buying 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 to 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 heard you can think of
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I walk through a key 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
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Looking Glass Blues
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| Charlotte Gainsbourg |
