Whaddo you sing when the song's been sung?
Who do you fight when the war is won?
Whaddo you write when the book is done?
Whaddo you sing when the song's been sung?
How do you pray until you find your prayer?
How can you care so much you just don't care?
How do you feel until the feelin' comes?
Until you love yourself, how can you love someone?
Here I am, a hollow man
Tellin' stories 'bout the promise of a promised land
Feel like a cheap bouquet of flowers, an' a one-man band
With my heart in hand, the hollow man
How does it work when the words don't come?
It's like pullin' the trigger on an empty gun
You can't make it rain starin' at the sun
So you work at your work, until the work gets done
Here I am, a hollow man
Tellin' stories 'bout the promise of a promised land
Feel like a holy roller's rosary on a one-night stand
With my heart in hand, the hollow man
I'm a blank page, clean slate
At night, I'll give my soul away
When nothin's left, I'll give you a smile
I got these chords that won't wait
I'm much too vain to masturbate
No sacrificin' substance for style
Awe, anyway, ha, I got you to smile
Whaddo you see that your eyes don't see?
And whaddo you dream, now that you've sold your dreams?
And whaddo you sing when the song's been sung?
Whaddo you sing when the song's been sung?
Here I am, the hollow man
Sellin' stories 'bout the promise of a promised land
I feel like a cheap bouquet of flowers, an' a one-man band
I'm just a holy roller's rosary on a one-night stand
With my heart in hand
I am
The hollow man
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