| Turning in circles, slowing down
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| Pulling against a closing out
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| Easy to feed off a weaker thing
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| Harder to say what I really mean
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| Hollow as a mountain
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| All tunneled and drilled below
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| Hollow as a mountain
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| Crowned with a cold, blue sky
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| All of your colours turn to grey
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| Don’t even matter anyway
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| Bleeding impressions where you were tied
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| Can’t really say how you lost your mind
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| Hollow as a mountain
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| All tunneled and drilled below
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| Hollow as a mountain
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| Crowned with a cold
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| Hollow as a mountain
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| All tunneled and drilled below
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| Hollow as a mountain
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| Crowned with a cold, blue sky
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| Silence
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| So loud
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| Silence
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| I can’t tell my up from down
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| Silence
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| So loud
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| Silence
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| I can’t tell my up from down
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| All of the faces life can show
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| Withered and ugly the one you know
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| Hollow as a mountain
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| All tunneled and drilled below
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| Hollow as a mountain
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| Crowned with a cold, blue sky
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| Silence
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| So loud
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| Silence
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| I can’t tell my up from down
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| Silence
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| So loud
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| Silence
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| I can’t tell my up from down |