She told me she was hollow
That's far from what I see
She's to a greater extent than than simply the immature adult woman of a broken homo to me
She told me she was shallow
Her rivers run as well as then deep
If I could alone survive the boat that leads her to the sea
But lonely is her favourite house to be
When she feels the wound she lets it bleed
Sometimes she's lost, sometimes she's broken
Sometimes she's closed, sometimes she's open
But lonely is her favourite house to be
She told me she was falling
I offered her my hand
But she alone finds the comfort inwards the knowing simply how difficult she's gonna land
I told her she was special
She virtually permit me in
But she couldn't bare the idea of earthworks upwards the pump she's burying
But lonely is her favourite house to be
When she feels the wound she lets it bleed
Sometimes she's lost, sometimes she's broken
Sometimes she's closed, sometimes she's open
Lonely is her favourite house to be
Lonely is her favourite
If alone I could alter it
If I could alone relieve her
Lonely is her favourite
If alone I could alter it
If I could alone relieve her
Sometimes she's lost, sometimes she's broken
Sometimes she's cold, sometimes she's open
Sometimes she's rock cold, times she's on fire
Mostly she's everything I desire
Lonely is her favourite house to be
Lonely is her favourite house to be
She told me she was hollow
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