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These Ghosts in my closet And yet I still don't have it Look around, crazy as a hatter Tears drip into a crystal chalice not that it matters, As this goes on All Space fills With Alice chasing a pointless picture palace, Which way do I go Follow the yellow brick road It'll take u home What is home? I don't think I even Know. If you find it, Will u tell me? how do you get there? How does it feel? Is the pain gone or was it surreal? Here we go again Can't get it right! she has to go Giving away our secrets! And how we tend to mend We turn away everything but still get the same hand I never liked cards if that’s the case Always To hard Maybe that's life maybe it's a race How do I get there first How do I set the pace