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How low can we go down the rabbit hole? I’ll take you to a place where the time never flows The stars always glow, the sky is always blue The grass is always green, and it’s all for you But there’s a certain madness to this fantasy So follow me as I measure every step carefully You see this perfect planet is a theatre play Either way, all we are is a bunch of NPCs There’s a melody coming from the other side As we stroll along the beach, by the ocean tide And I show you smiles hidden in the crimson skies Every perfect tale doesn’t show you the demise But I made this world for you, you don’t have to deal with it When you feel down, you can come and sink in it Like a blanket on a winter evening, protect your heat When the inside of your head gets too bleak And when all you desire is a bit of sleep So let your legs run, turn your head to stand by And we’ll play the spectacle until you get by.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
Down the rabbit hole
How low can we go down the rabbit hole? I’ll take you to a place where the time never flows The stars always glow, the sky is always blue The grass is always green, and it’s all for you But there’s a certain madness to this fantasy So follow me as I measure every step carefully You see this perfect planet is a theatre play Either way, all we are is a bunch of NPCs There’s a melody coming from the other side As we stroll along the beach, by the ocean tide And I show you smiles hidden in the crimson skies Every perfect tale doesn’t show you the demise But I made this world for you, you don’t have to deal with it When you feel down, you can come and sink in it Like a blanket on a winter evening, protect your heat When the inside of your head gets too bleak And when all you desire is a bit of sleep So let your legs run, turn your head to stand by And we’ll play the spectacle until you get by.
tsukiakari
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24/M/Poland
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
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