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Underneath the cold moon In the parking lot I told you Didn't know you would take back the hours we wasted We're frozen in the headlights We're sleeping on the black ice We're shooting not to act nice Blood in the air, I could taste it So I felt like you were neutral the night you said that you were home You played me like a musical Said ignorance is beautiful I felt like you were neutral the night you said that you were home [?] You said you wouldn't But you did it Why you lying? I ain't kidding Hands numb, can't feel This love's not real Now I'm finding Your handwriting 'Cross the ceiling Close my eyes and say, "How'd I get here?" This love's not real Letras de cancionesI lost touch with who I am I am just a hollow man In love with a hologram This castle is made of sand I am just a hollow man In love with a hologram Double yellow lines like Slipping in the back night I'm losing all my lifelines Never thought you could erase them This world is full of hypocrites and bitches praying innocence You see I just came to witness it And leave here with no fingerprints This world is full of hypocrites and bitches praying innocence [?], but it's not insensuous You said you wouldn't But you did it Why you lying? I ain't kidding Hands numb, can't feel This love's not real Now I'm finding Your handwriting 'Cross the ceiling Close my eyes and say, "How'd I get here?" This love's not real I lost touch with who I am I am just a hollow man In love with a hologram This castle is made of sand I am just a hollow man In love with a hologram Cold sweat, shaking with the fever dream Go back to the same crime scene Now my ears baby won't stop ringing My ears, yeah, they won't stop ringing Cold sweat, shaking with the fever dream Go back to the same crime scene Now my ears baby won't stop ringing I lost touch with who I am I am just a hollow man In love with a hologram This castle is made of sand I am just a hollow man In love with a hologram Gleamy looks You can vouch me with your water Purify me till your shiver Cause I've been seeing ghosts Is this refined illusion? Or an optical illusion? Every beat I make is unfinished And every song I write is inconceived But all the cities fade and diminish But anyone will remember you and me From Letras Mania