| Usually, it wouldn't mean shit
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| But you're alright
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| With eyes like lasers through the mist
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| Burning souls alive
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| With one shut eye untouched
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| By the brighter light
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| You could be denser than some
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| With 20/20 sight
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| You could burn up like kinder flay
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| Could plug up to razor blades
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| Or you could just throw me away
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| Because I'm hollow
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| Fire flint sparks off in the dark
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| Tear up boys and call it art
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| Or you can hollow out your heart
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| So we can be hollow
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| Fill me up and I'll follow
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| 'Cause pride's hard to swallow
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| Times like these make us hollow
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| Hollow, hollow
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| Fill me up and I'll follow
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| 'Cause pride's hard to swallow
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| Times like these make us hollow
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| Hollow, hollow
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| Dirt optics see through my words
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| On my baker line
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| Crawl down and see what they heard
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| The underground's alive
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| My mind is getting kinda dumb
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| Hollow out the sides
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| Then bring the shooting squad and some
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| And leave my heart behind
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| You could burn up like kinder flay
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| Could plug up to razor blades
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| Or you could just throw me away
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| Because I'm hollow
|
| Fire flint sparks off in the dark
|
| Tear up boys and call it art
|
| Or you can hollow out your heart
|
| So we can be hollow
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| Fill me up and I'll follow
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| 'Cause pride's hard to swallow
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| Times like these make us hollow
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| Hollow, hollow
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| Fill me up and I'll follow
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| 'Cause pride's hard to swallow
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| Times like these make us hollow
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| Hollow, hollow
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| Oh, down the mountain runs
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| We're the hollow ones forever
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| Oh, not the underground
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| Or the overproud forever
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| Hollow, hollow
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| Fill me up and I'll follow
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| 'Cause pride's hard to swallow
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| Times like these make us hollow
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| Hollow, hollow
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| Fill me up and I'll follow
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| 'Cause pride's hard to swallow
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| Times like these make us hollow
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| Hollow, hollow |