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The Stone-faced Girl
How many hollow men stood gazing the court?
At midnight when a new day begins
A sneaker torn from its soul hangs from a power line
And above the gravel, her feet are still
At midnight when a new day begins
Behind that shattered barricade, her father sits waiting
And above the gravel, her feet are still
Her cold heart beats as if it were alive in her chest
Behind that shattered barricade, he sits waiting
Times before this moment is all that is remembered
As her cold heart beats as if it were alive in her chest
And when the one you most loved was sinking fast
When times before this moment are all that is remembered,
What do you say to that soft and stone faced girl?
When the one you most loved was sinking fast
Near the glaring staring white washed window pane.
What do you say to that soft and stone faced girl?
When we stayed up all night and laughed until noon
Near the glaring staring white washed window pane
Behind the desk laid photos dusty and abandoned
We stayed up all night and laughed until noon
Until at 5, her father sneaked in, whiskey on his breath
She stared behind the desk at the photos dusty and abandoned
And then ran like there was something there to run towards
Until at 5, her father sneaked in, whiskey on his breath
As her sneaker torn from its soul hung from a power line
She ran like there was something there to run towards
As many hollow men stood gazing.
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