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Seventeen O'clock
Seventeen o'clock is an odd time of night.
Nothing to do and nothing feels right.
You toss and turn and turn and toss
But there is nothing at loss
For seventeen o'clock is the Mad Hatter's time
With his ravens and snark rhymes
Will little Alice find her way?
Or will she have to stay and play
No one lives in this Wonderland
They just exist beyond the blue...
Nothing to do and nothing feels right.
You toss and turn and turn and toss
But there is nothing at loss
For seventeen o'clock is the Mad Hatter's time
With his ravens and snark rhymes
Will little Alice find her way?
Or will she have to stay and play
No one lives in this Wonderland
They just exist beyond the blue...