Well after today I'll never see you And you'll be left with your life Collecting all your souvenirs I'll never get it right Empty man hollow man I call myself a hermit My self esteem contingent on The way you look at me I'm hanging on your words Yeah I'm reading All your thoughts If only I could be you now Cause you got the control Empty man lonely man I call myself depressed I'm finding ways to avoid you
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