Lyrics
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I
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like
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to
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think
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I'm
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more
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than
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what
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my
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age
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is
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With
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my
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fucked
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up
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sense
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of
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patience
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And
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my
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deep
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self
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deprecations
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I,
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I
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try
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to
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cope
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with
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all
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the
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changes
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When
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I
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smile
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on
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rare
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occasions
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Can
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you
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see
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how
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old
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my
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face
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is?
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If
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I'm
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getting
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old,
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I'm
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getting
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old,
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I'm
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getting
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old
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Why
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are
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there
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so
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many
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things
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that
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I
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don't
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know,
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that
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I
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don't
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know?
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Wake
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up
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every
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day
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and
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put
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on
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my
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clothes
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Hoping
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that
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401k
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might
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fill
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up
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the
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hole
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in
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my
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soul
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But
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I'm
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hollow
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Yeah,
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I'm
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hollow
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I'm
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scared
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to
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check
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the
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date
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I'm
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scared
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of
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the
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dark
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You
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can't
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escape
|
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Lyrics
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it
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No
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matter
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how
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fast
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the
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car
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When
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you're
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hollow
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And
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I'm
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hollow
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I
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act
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like
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it's
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a
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choice
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that
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I'm
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still
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single
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I'm
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smaller
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than
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the
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raindrops
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on
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the
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window
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I'm
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colder
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than
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the
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backside
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of
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a
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pillow
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And
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I've
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tried
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to
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hold
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my
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temper
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and
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obscure
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my
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rage
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But
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these
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kids,
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they
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never
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act
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their
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age
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And
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I've
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got
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one
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foot
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in
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the
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grave
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If
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I'm
|
getting
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old,
|
I'm
|
getting
|
old,
|
I'm
|
getting
|
old
|
Why
|
are
|
there
|
so
|
many
|
things
|
that
|
I
|
don't
|
know,
|
that
|
I
|
don't
|
know?
|
Wake
|
up
|
every
|
day
|
and
|
put
|
on
|
my
|
clothes
|
Hoping
|
that
|
401k
|
might
|
fill
|
up
|
the
|
hole
|
in
|
my
|
|
Lyrics
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soul
|
But
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
Yeah,
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
I'm
|
scared
|
to
|
check
|
the
|
date
|
I'm
|
scared
|
of
|
the
|
dark
|
You
|
can't
|
escape
|
it
|
No
|
matter
|
how
|
fast
|
the
|
car
|
When
|
you're
|
hollow
|
And
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
Yeah,
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
Yeah,
|
I'm
|
hollow
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Who
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do
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you
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wanna
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be
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in
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fifty
|
years?
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I'm
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saying,
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Lyrics
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"I
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just
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want
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to
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be
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alive"
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Well
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where
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the
|
fuck
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do
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you
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think
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you
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are?
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Oh,
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welcome
|
to
|
the
|
other
|
side
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If
|
I'm
|
getting
|
old,
|
I'm
|
getting
|
old,
|
I'm
|
getting
|
old
|
Why
|
are
|
there
|
so
|
many
|
things
|
that
|
I
|
don't
|
know,
|
that
|
I
|
don't
|
know?
|
Wake
|
up
|
every
|
day
|
and
|
put
|
on
|
my
|
clothes
|
|
Lyrics
|
Hoping
|
that
|
401k
|
might
|
fill
|
up
|
the
|
hole
|
in
|
my
|
soul
|
But
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
Yeah,
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
I'm
|
scared
|
to
|
check
|
the
|
date
|
I'm
|
scared
|
of
|
the
|
dark
|
You
|
can't
|
escape
|
it
|
No
|
matter
|
how
|
fast
|
the
|
car
|
When
|
you're
|
hollow
|
And
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
Yeah,
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
Yeah,
|
I'm
|
hollow
|
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