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I think I have become one of the hollow men |
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As I shine on the outside more these days |
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I can feel the outside feeding on my inside |
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Leaves a growing, darkness in it's place |
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I think I have become one of the hollow men |
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I think I have become one of the lonely |
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Now that everybody talks to me |
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I feel I have become one of the empty |
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Hollow men can stop you with the twinkling of an eye |
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Hollow men can take you without even reaching out |
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Hollow men have got you long before you realize |
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The poison paralyzes |
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I think I have become one of a pair of men |
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It's a feeling I've been having for some time |
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I look down upon myself and watch my movements |
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A blind eye sees the fragile vandalized |
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Watch this cold world dishing up these endless hollow men |
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Find us anywhere you look, come and meet our friends |
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Stand us in our silly clothes, put our batteries in |
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Line us up like fairground ducks, watch us grin and grin |
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See the lies behind our eyes |
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See the will to win |
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We'll buy you and we'll sell you |
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But perhaps we'll save your skin |
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Sit quietly and listen to the breeze |
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The hollow and the lonely listen too |
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Sniff the air for something we can use |
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We're thin hard and we rattle when we're shaken |
