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Pantera |
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Vulgar Display Of Power |
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Hollow |
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What's left inside him? |
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Don't he remember us? |
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Can't he believe me? |
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We seemed like bothers |
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Talked for hours last month |
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About what we wanna be |
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I sit now with his hand in mine |
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But I know he can't feel... |
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No one knows |
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What's done is done |
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It's as if he were dead |
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I'm close with his mother |
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And she cries endlessly |
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Lord how we miss him |
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At least what's remembered |
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It's so important to make best friends in life |
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But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions |
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No one knows |
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What's done is done |
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It's as if he were dead |
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He as hollow as I alone now |
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He as hollow as I alone |
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A shell of my friend |
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Just flesh and bone |
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There's no soul |
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He sees no love |
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I shake my fists at skies above |
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Mad at God |
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He as hollow as I converse |
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I wish he'd waken from this curse |
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Hear my words before it's through |
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I want to come in after you |
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My best friend |
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He as hollow as I alone |
