| If I empty me of all my self, am I a vessel or a shell?
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| Mining for the substance in the dark and precious well
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| Pour out my convictions till I’m hollow as a bell
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| If I empty me of all my self, am I a vessel?
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| Or a shell…
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| If I cast a line into the sea, will I catch what may feed me?
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| How can I steer the stern to go straight towards a shore I can’t yet see?
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| I guess I’ll point my arrow straight towards the beauty I want to believe
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| If I empty me of all my self, will I feel hollow?
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| Will I feel free?
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| Will the truth echo through me?
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| Will I hear it? |