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  • There's an empty spot in the center of your chest
    Where the wind blows through — and it
    Whistles its pretty tune — all
    Day

    There's an empty spot in center of your neck
    Where the voices get sucked out
    Till there's nothing — left to
    say

    (There he goes — — down that
    same empty road
    Blow, wind, blow through his heart, down the
    same old empty road, as Before)

    There's an empty spot in the center of the book that you
    Wrote last year — where the
    Fire burned right through every
    Page

    There's an empty spot in the center of the painting in the
    Hallway — where the
    Miracle of life, could not
    Stay.

    (There he goes — — down that
    same empty road
    Blow, wind, blow through his heart, down the
    same old empty road, as Before)

    There's an empty spot in the center of your life
    Where the crossroads meet
    And from both ways travelers see the same
    Thing

    They stop their cars and get out and they walk towards the
    Desert — cuz they
    Know their life has nothing left to
    Bring.

    (There he goes — — down that
    same empty road
    Blow, wind, blow through his heart, down the
    same old empty road, as Before)
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