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Them mad hatters took my childhood
and left me with none
And then they came back
back for more
back to finish the job

back to leave me with nothing
and losing myself

Them mad hatters they cheer and they jeer
Them mad hatters are in cohoots
with anyone who'll serve

Them mad hatters cry at night
when no-one is there to love them
no-one is there to admire their deeds

Them mad hatters are a sad, sad bunch
and they'll take your light, love
if you let them

But I know that you wont
Because you are mine
and you are your own
and you are you

And you are the best

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