Cold as a handshake
Waiting for the storm to break
Nothing's as sad as
Nothing left to do
Empty as the sound
Hollow hits the ground
We all find different
Things to hold on to
The Beautiful Things
That you always wanted
You wonder why you wanted them right now
The Beautiful Things
That you can't leave behind
Some would say you've saved yourself somehow
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