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I don’t wanna break the fall Why do I feel nothing at all? They try to say it doesn’t hurt The things I want they never work I don’t think we feel the same I see it standing in the rain I’ll never see the northern lights I’ll never know what it’s like At any given moment see them crawling on the ceiling And all the good will go away ‘cause everything is fleeting Hollow Sorrow Beg for tomorrow I don’t wanna break the bad news Do I have to? I guess I had to On the threshold, at the surface I’m feeling worthless, so what’s the purpose? It all begins to fray, еvery single thing And the linеs begin to blur between black and grey I broke the bad news, but did I have to? I guess I had to At any given moment see them crawling on the ceiling And all the good will go away ‘cause everything is fleeting Hollow Sorrow Beg for tomorrow At any given moment see them crawling on the ceiling I thought the pain would go away but all my thoughts are fleeting Hollow Sorrow Red hands don’t borrow