Trampled by Turtles - Hollow

Little did we know, that the world was dying
That the birds outside, they never sing for us
Winter time is slow, and the pain she'll be crying
My blood runs cold, they never sing for us

Hollow, hollow I'm empty

Guess we'll go outside, and face the slaughter
Of a dead end life, and a world getting smaller
Shortly you'll be here, my little darling
All the birds can crow, and the winter doesn't matter

Hollow, hollow I'm empty

Written by:
DAVID PATRICK CARROLL, DAVID PAUL SIMONETT, ERIK ROBERT BERRY, RYAN DAVID YOUNG, TIMOTHY POWELL SAXHAUG

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