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Hollow
Hollow
Turn out the lights That stab in my heart. Turn out the lights That keep me awake. Turn out the lights That blind me, and let me Go crazy in peace While I slip life away. The hollow is thirsty. It s dark and it s rumbling, and Says it wants more. So I cut myself open, And peer inside. And I look at the hollow, And don t recognize The emptiness there, That the air whistles through. I tell it, You re selfish, And that I am, too.