One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall. And if you go chasing rabbits and you know you're going to fall, tell him a hookah-smokin' caterpillar has given you the call. And call Alice when she was just small. When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go, and you have just have some kind of mushroom and your mind is movin' low. Go ask Alice, I think she'll know. And logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead. And the white knight is talking backwards. And the red queen's off with her head. Remember what the doormouse said: Feed your head... Feed your head
(Emiliana Torrini)
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