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I don’t want to be an empty body, another penny in the well of hope for modest
dreams
Give me enough to cope to get me through the night, wondering how much I can
take before this useless body gives up this useless fight
We’re all tongue tied with closed eyes
I don’t want to be another story of a hopeless sleepless night
Asking if our dreams should see closer, all the while we’re wasting time
Wondering how much I can take before this useless body gives up this useless
fight
Does my voice ring hollow? Did we all get swallowed?
You’re out writing books going to college
And I’m still writing songs about how weak I’ve gotten
I can’t seem to let this thing go
I can’t seem to let you go
I don’t want to wake up in the morning and wonder if my friends are still
breathing