| Built my home on hollow ground
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| Too proud to grow from my roots
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| I’ve got a few friends and I wish they were mine
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| Can’t get close till I buy my time
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| There’s a closet for the pretty ones
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| they have no eyes but they’re a helluva sight
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| get too close and you’ll find the bridge between you
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| cross it to find your synthetic light
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| Built my home on hollow ground
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| Too proud to grow from my roots
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| I’ve got a few friends and I wish they were mine
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| Can’t get close till I buy my time
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| There’s a man who lives in your favorite watch
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| he rides the second hand until he slips
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| he holds on tight but no fail he falls
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| at 12 and lands on 6
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| Built my home on hollow ground
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| Too proud to grow from my roots
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| I’ve got a few friends and I wish they were mine
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| Can’t get close till I buy my time
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| There’s a school for trolls
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| that teaches them how to make a human cry
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| tell them that they’re lovely
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| then say you always lie
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| Built my home on hollow ground
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| Too proud to grow from my roots
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| I’ve got a few friends and I wish they were mine
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| Can’t get close till I buy my time
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| no I can’t get close till I buy my time |