Alice Practice

Scars will heal soon
The dregs in us, down the earth

It's better than drowning in a burlap sack
I live it, like Alice, I die
Children shouldn't play with dead things
Foaming crows tear at their wings
Sad eyes cry crimson blood

(Yeah!)

Drop it, it's dead
Won't turn, won't turn the birdy's head
Sad eyes
Sad eyes are like sharpened daggers
You'll never walk, only stagger
Sad eyes, quite cryptic
Bye

(Yeah!)
(Yeah!)

Scars will heal soon
The dregs in us, down the earth



Credits
Writer(s): Claudio Paolo Palmieri, Margaret Osborn
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