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I used to think I was Cold. Distant, Untouchable. I used to think I didn't care what they said-- Until they did. I forgot it's too late. I know I was wrong. But hey, I'm not sorry. I started out young, And dumb-- Blinded by These Bright Lights. My last tumble down the rabbit hole: I swore; Never Again But You came, And I broke. I met you and Alice pushed me down,                                                            down,                                                              Down,                                                                down. I was the Mad hatter; But I didn't notice. Blinded by These Bright Lights. You Left. Alice awakens me from my dream And I'm left sorry-- Sorry, For the things I haven't seen.
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
These Bright Lights
I used to think I was Cold. Distant, Untouchable. I used to think I didn't care what they said-- Until they did. I forgot it's too late. I know I was wrong. But hey, I'm not sorry. I started out young, And dumb-- Blinded by These Bright Lights. My last tumble down the rabbit hole: I swore; Never Again But You came, And I broke. I met you and Alice pushed me down,                                                            down,                                                              Down,                                                                down. I was the Mad hatter; But I didn't notice. Blinded by These Bright Lights. You Left. Alice awakens me from my dream And I'm left sorry-- Sorry, For the things I haven't seen.
PiaKiana
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PiaKiana
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
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