| I wanted to find a hollow
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| A place to fill the empty in my mind
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| My silence had me caving inwards
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| I longed for us to speak between the lines
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| And when I’d find my hollow
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| I’ll leave every trace of it behind
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| I’d of known you’d follow
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| But this hollow was for me alone to find
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| Or so I thought
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| Or so I thought, oh what a fool
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| Oh what I was, oh what you are
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| These are the strangest times
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| Has my young love faded out of sight?
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| Oh where we were, oh where we are
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| They’re not so far apart
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| We’ll set off for that hollow at first light
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| Yeah, we will
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| At last we reached the hollow
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| We’ll sink down in the moss upon the ground
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| My compass had me helter-skelter
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| A fly in a fish bowl buzzing round
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| Your heart against my chest a-humming
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| You sing your song of sorrow to me now
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| But my songbird shall not wallow
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| Drawn back to this secret we have found
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| And I hear the water rushing down below
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| It doesn’t matter now
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| Oh what I was, oh what you are
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| These are the strangest times
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| Has my young love faded out of sight?
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| Oh where we were, oh where we are
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| They’re not so far apart
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| We’ll set off for that hollow at first light
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| Yeah, we will |