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A lonely smile in the clouds |
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And the smell of foreign bodies |
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He waits for you to ask him out |
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Three hours sitting in the lobby |
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It's another Hollow line |
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From a wooden body |
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And you know you love him |
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Because you know he loves you |
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Hollow line |
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Waste of time |
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Hollow line |
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Just another Hollow Line |
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I heard you are getting into Zen |
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And you've got a Buddhist friend |
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I didn't think you had the patience |
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I guess you've proved me wrong again |
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Who are you? |
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Who are you? |
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Hollow line |
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Waste of time |
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Hollow line |
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Just another hollow line |
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One day you're sitting very still |
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And repeating a faburden |
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The next you're wearing Faberge |
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On your way to Covent garden |
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Who are you? |
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Who are you? |
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Hollow line |
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Waste of time |
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Hollow line |
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Waste of time |
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Hollow line |
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Waste of time |
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Hollow line |
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Just another hollow line |
