She hides in the back room, playing away,
waiting for someone to save the day,
all she needs is to save herself,
and still she hides away.
She frolics alone in her made up land,
of wind and rain and fire and sand,
I'll need a map to find her there,
in her made up land.
My Alice, My Alice, I need to find you now
My Alice, My Alice, where have you gone to now?
My Alice, My Alice, through the looking glass,
Almost out of the Rabbit hole at last...
You are my paradox, a grin without a cat,
Like Raven's writing desk, notes are very flat.
so hide away, in that wonderland of yours,
Like a grin without a cat.
Find a place for me, in that magical, mystical place,
and we'll go along together, gone without a trace.
No one will find us, no one will care,
in that magical mystical place.
My Alice, My Alice, I need to find you now,
My Alice, My Alice, where have you gone to now?
My Alice, My Alice, through the looking glass,
Almost out of the Rabbit hole at last....
Like a dream come true, we Find ourselves,
sitting in the toppest shelves,
as the queen screams "Off with their heads"
We finally stop dreaming.
My Alice, My Alice, I've Finally Found you now,
My Alice, My Alice, I've seen where you've gone to now,
My Alice, My Alice, through the looking glass,
Back in the Rabbit hole at last...
And we're never coming out.
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