words - gerard, tune - tim soar
Hey Alice, where's your wonderland?
The land you live in through your unseeing
glass
I want to run, a fugitive, from the shops
Full of props and plastic plastic tops
Two and two can make three if you want
They'll tell you that it always makes four
Live out your dreams, stretch your imagination
Watch the law of averages fall to the floor
Now I'm stuck on a stick in a polythene bag
But my eyes aren't aimed at the drawing board
So I'm black and white, not grey and thick
But I'm still stuck, still stuck on a stick
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