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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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