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She said it's on it's way |
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It is on its way |
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It is all in one way. |
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It's all-in one-way. |
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I am hollow |
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I am hollow |
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I'm incomplete |
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It is one or the other |
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Or equal of the two |
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In the third there is nothing |
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In the first there is me and you. |
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I am hollow |
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I am hollow |
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I'm incomplete |
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I got my dreams decorated with the snow of Stockholm |
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It falls, my recollection of December ought-to-be's. |
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And in those dreams I break the bondage that ties matter to time. |
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And I become the one I always wanted |
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I am I am I me |
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Goodbye brother should have been, I wish I got to know you better |
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Whats under this blanket of snow, a new morning, or an ice-patch on the road. |
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All these involuntary exits to what we like to think we know. |
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As we search for love, and happiness and peace, and where to |
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find the strength to bring us where it is. |
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If it is till its not |
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It all cannot be |
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That makes time an aspect |
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Of what it means to see. |
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I am hollow |
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I am hollow |
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I'm incomplete |
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One thing leads to others |
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Others don't lead to one |
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Speed may change, not direction |
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It is set, all has been done. |
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I am hollow |
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I am hollow |
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I'm incomplete |
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We are |
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We are |
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We are incomplete. |