Empty
written by Ray Lamontagne
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Of these cut-throat busted sunsets
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
If through my cracked and dusty dime store lips
I spoke these words out loud
Would no one hear me?
Well, I looked my demons in the eyes
Lay bare my chest, said, “Do your best to destroy me”
See, I’ve been to hell and back so many times
I must admit you kinda bore me
There’s a lot of things that can kill a man
There’s a lot of ways to die
Yes, and some already did and walk beside me
There’s a lot of things I don’t understand
But so many people lie
It’s the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged?
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