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He always wants to be just like RebeccaBut Rebecca doesn't have a faceShe always wants to dress just like RebeccaBut Rebecca doesn't have a placeAnd so she took some timeTo decideThat to live happily she's gotTo change her mindSo she laid her hands downAnd she buried them in the groundShe said, "I'm going back to my roots."She said, "I'm going under to find the truth."Her body followed her hands into the soilThe tunnel was already builtShe discovered a white rabbit, so beautifulHe said, "I'll take you on a trip."And he laid her head downAnd her dreams spilled out onto the groundHe said, "You're going back to your childhood."He said, "You're going to write down everything you should.""This time should be different," she said"This time I'm unlocking all the thoughts in my head.""I'm wiser, I'm older, I'm younger.More thankful, more grateful, much strongerI never want to see her againLet Rebecca be buried with the rest of them." From Letras Mania