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Pantera - Hollow
Whatīs left inside him
donīt he remember us
canīt he believe me
we seemed like brothers
talked for hours last month
about what we wanna be
i sit now with his hand in mine
but i know he canīt feel
No one knows whatīs done is done
itīs as if he were dead
Iīm close to his mother
and she cries endlessly
lord , how we miss him
at least whatīs remembered
itīs so importent
to make best friends in life
but itīs hard when my friend
surch with blank expressions
No one knows whatīs done is done
itīs as if he were dead
He as hollow as i alone
a shed of my friend just flesh and bones
thereīs no soul he sees no love
i shake my fists at skies above
mad at god
He as hollow as i conversed
i wish heīd waking from this curse
hear my words before its through
i want to come in after you
my best friend
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