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Frank Sinatra |
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Miscellaneous |
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Empty Is |
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Speaks: |
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Empty is the sky before the sun wakes up. |
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Empty is the eyes of animals in cages. |
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Empty, faces of women mourning |
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When everything's been taken from them. |
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Me, don't ask me about empty. |
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Sings: |
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Empty is a string of dirty days |
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Held together by some rain. |
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And the cold winds drumming at the trees again. |
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Empty is the color of the fear |
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Long about September when the days |
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Go marching in a line toward November. |
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Empty is the hour before sleep chills you every night |
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And pushes you to take me away from every kind of light. |
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Empty is me. Empty is me. |
