| I am the empty — I am the hollow
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| I am the silence — I am the sorrow
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| And I have nothing left to beg, steal or borrow
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| I am a hollow man
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| All the pain I feel — I can’t let it heal
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| I keep tearing out the stitches
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| Tearing out the stitches
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| I just keep holding on, 'til my life is gone
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| And tearing out the stitches
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| Tearing out the stitches
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| I can’t let go of what I don’t know
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| So I cling to dust and shadow
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| It’s always yesterday, and never tomorrow
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| I am dying here
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| All the pain I feel — I can’t let it heal
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| I keep tearing out the stitches
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| Tearing out the stitches
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| I just keep holding on, 'til my life is gone
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| And tearing out the stitches
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| Tearing out the stitches
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| I can’t remember how it feels to breathe
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| Suffocating inside these memories
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| I am nothing — I have lost it all
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| Out of the ashes, I will try to crawl
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| And all the pain I feel — I’ve got to let it heal
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| Stop tearing out the stitches
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| Tearing out the stitches
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| I can’t keep holding on, 'til my life is gone
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| And tearing out the stitches
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| Tearing out the stitches
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| And all the pain inside — I’ve got to let it die
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| Stop tearing out the stitches
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| Tearing out the stitches
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| I can’t keep holding on, 'til my life is gone
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| And tearing out the stitches
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| Tearing out the stitches |