| I wanna be free right now
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| Voices inside my head
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| I know I’ll be free somehow
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| Quietest voices said
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| Oh, staying awake a while
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| Old movies in black and bliss
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| Lost and still found somehow
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| In a place like this, a place just like this
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| Little windows of fantasy
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| Her eyes telling what she sees
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| Stepping back from this world for now
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| I think that I’ll be coming 'round
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| I think I should be coming 'round
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| Wanna be free somehow
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| See the forest for the grass
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| Wonder through it all
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| Through the looking glass
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| A smile appears in the tree branch there
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| Take the Hatter’s words in jest
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| Don’t wake her up, she could be dreaming you
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| Just taking a little rest, a couple of moments rest
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| Kids remembering just to be, make it up as they go
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| Oh, stepping back from the mirrors and smoke
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| And I think that I’ll be coming 'round
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| Think I might be coming 'round
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| I guess that I’ll be coming 'round
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| I wanna be free somehow
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| Voices inside my head
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| Oh, I got to be free right now
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| The quietest voices said
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| Settle in for a while
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| Some things we’ll never miss
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| We’re lost and still found somehow
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| What are you doing in a place like this?
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| Nice girl in a place like this
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| Like she’s watching a comedy
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| She’s laughing in her sleep
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| Drifting out of my body now
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| Don’t think I’ll be coming down
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| I don’t think I’ll be coming down
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| Don’t think I’ll be coming down |