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Falling through the fold Tis another day The cage bird sings                  yet he is not free His song is of prophets and rabbits who are late His peace is left to the turn of a page I take my time Looking through the looking glass Am I moving too slow? Am I moving too Fast? I feel small but I'm Growing big I try to find peace But one foot is in the grave The Caterpillar blew his smoke at me It tried to wake the joker                           yet he was asleep Instead the hatter took his business                                                         to the keep Only to be beheaded                            by the red queen. I take my time Looking through the looking glass Am I moving too slow? Am I moving too Fast? I feel small but I'm Growing big I try to find peace But one foot is in the The Dealer draws the cards The name of the game? Fate I look for hearts                         yet only find spades I wonder if I should even play I bet it all pretending to be brave Only to loose Everything We are all just hatters in this world We puff out smoke pretending to be caterpillars When in truth we are venturing further down the rabbit hole Then who looks through the looking glass?
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
You're not Absolem, I'm Absolem
Falling through the fold Tis another day The cage bird sings                  yet he is not free His song is of prophets and rabbits who are late His peace is left to the turn of a page I take my time Looking through the looking glass Am I moving too slow? Am I moving too Fast? I feel small but I'm Growing big I try to find peace But one foot is in the grave The Caterpillar blew his smoke at me It tried to wake the joker                           yet he was asleep Instead the hatter took his business                                                         to the keep Only to be beheaded                            by the red queen. I take my time Looking through the looking glass Am I moving too slow? Am I moving too Fast? I feel small but I'm Growing big I try to find peace But one foot is in the The Dealer draws the cards The name of the game? Fate I look for hearts                         yet only find spades I wonder if I should even play I bet it all pretending to be brave Only to loose Everything We are all just hatters in this world We puff out smoke pretending to be caterpillars When in truth we are venturing further down the rabbit hole Then who looks through the looking glass?
Adapted from a song I wrote. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PP8nA6uan68
#lyrics#metaphor#heartbreak#regret#sorrow
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
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