This Way, That Way... Through The Looking Glass (Obsessed Suite)

Listen to This Way, That Way… Through The Looking Glass by Richard Charles Stevens (Obsessed Suite)

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my heart it races like a car
to make haste through the looking glass
my heart it races like a car
to make haste through the looking glass
my heart it races like a car
to make haste through the looking glass
my heart it races like a car
to make haste through the looking glass
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looking glass
looking glass
make haste through the looking glass
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looking glass
looking glass
make haste through the looking glass
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my heart it races like a car
to make haste through the looking glass
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
.
somewhere through the looking glass
i pass
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
to high seas
where advised i left them last
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
concisely breathe the air of chance
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
exhale from sails
and raise full mast
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
for in my dreams
no days have passed
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
since light beams cast a night scene vast
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
the slight breeze chills
when life seems ill
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
i take my fill
to baste my scars
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
my heart it races like a car
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
to make haste through the looking glass
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
my heart it races like a car
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
to make haste through the looking glass
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
.
(looking glass)
(glass)
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in a world of my own
precious little would make sense
and i’d sooner be committed
than left sitting on the fence
would it be deemed reasonable to speak whenever feasible
it may seem inconceivable
the ledger barely readable
yet i would hedge a bet that i am blessed for the foreseeable
to venture forth on course to better yet
way farther than my past self ever went
(looking glass)
(glass)
(glass)
way farther than my past self ever went
(looking glass)
(glass)
(glass)
.
so long as i get somewhere
i can catch my breath and slum there
head to where none dare to tread
then tear the other me to shreds
.
(head to where none dare to tread)
tear the other me to shreds
(head to where none dare to tread)
tear the other me to shreds
.
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
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don’t care for where my head is at
so long as it treads pathway back
to halfway between this and that
to where the exhibition’s at
contrariwise it might well be
to realign my sights to see
the madness in one’s sanity
the calm in undone vanity
for what it is
it wouldn’t be
and what it wouldn’t be
it would
you see?
.
what it wouldn’t be
it would
you see?
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
cannot see the woods
without a good look at the trees
it’s like a good book
to those souls who chose to read
a wonderland transposed from hopes and dreams
a wonderland transposed from hopes and dreams
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
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wondering all the improbable things
to make possible hinged on belief
wondering all the improbable things
to make possible hinged on belief
.
my heart it races like a car
to make haste through the looking glass
my heart it races like a car
to make haste through the looking glass
my heart it races like a car
to make haste through the looking glass
my heart it races like a car
to make haste through the looking glass
.
where i go
depends on where i care most to end up
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
(make haste through the looking glass)
should i show great muchness
then with muchness i shall boast of end to slump
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
(make haste through the looking glass)
wondering all the improbable things
to make possible hinged on belief
that for all of my madness
i’m all out of sadness
and being so glum takes some way too much ranting
too much at stake to be disgracefully pedantic
and more tasteful to romantically proceed
to make haste through the looking glass
to pass on hate
and all things la di da
.
my heart it races like a car
to baste my scars
and breathe
exhale from sails
raise full mast
in my dreams
.
somewhere through the looking glass
i pass
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
to high seas
where advised i left them last
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
concisely breathe the air of chance
exhale from sails
and raise full mast
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
for in my dreams
no days have passed
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
since light beams cast a night scene vast
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
the slight breeze chills
when life seems ill
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
i take my fill
to baste my scars
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
my heart it races like a car
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
to make haste through the looking glass
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
.
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
(looking glass)
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