Clean cut, Canadian kid
You keep on swimming, when you gonna sink, man?
I've been watching, haven't seen you fall in years
Spoon fed with a shovel of gold
To hide that secret is a story we've all told
I wanna see it in the image of me, not you
All my friends are hollow
But we get by with the truth penned across our tongues
All my friends are hollow
We make it work with a year's worth inside our lungs
Lay it down, bury this in the sand
She needs to see it in the image of a man who lives his life like he's lived like this all along
Spoon fed with a shovel of rust
If you dig deep you'll find yourself in a cold thrust
She wants to see it in the image of you, not me
All my friends are hollow
But we get by with the truth penned across our tongues
All my friends are hollow
We make it work with a year's worth inside our lungs
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