| A false aesthetic moving from the inside
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| Just a ghost I can see right through
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| A hollow man who could walk between raindrops
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| And move like the way I do
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| Desperation seeps from your eyes
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| And it sifts down through the dirt
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| Nothing more to foresee
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| Before you hide your face
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| You won’t look at me
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| You won’t look at me
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| There’s nowhere left to hide
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| You fall back, break down, fear multiplies
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| You separate from the real
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| And do anything just to feel what I feel
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| You’re just a vision
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| Nothing more than an apparition
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| A hollow man, I know you think you’re beyond earth
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| But I’ll bring you back down to it
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| No you won’t eat fro our plate
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| Whre have you been when w started
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| You’re selling love, but thats the place
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| Where usually the heart is
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| To get to a point you need to walk the walk
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| Can’t cut short just by talk and talk, talk and talk
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| No matter how hard you are pulling the strings
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| A fool is not welcome at a table of kings |