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It's empty in the guitar. The hole is dark
and deep as it swells me, as it swells me.
Guitarã»ã»ã» The hole is dark and deep as it swells me, as is swells me.
I was brave till I met you. You told me and hold me. How small I was.
You are my GOD.
You call me Alice. Are you Lewis Carroll?
I'm not fairly as you know.
I'm not sweet like that girl, I don't need fame,
I don't need flowers, I want your gift.
It's empty in the guitar. The hole is dark
and deep as it swells me, as it swells me.
Guitarã»ã»ã» The hole is dark and deep as it swells me, as it swells me.
I was brave till I met you. You told me and hold me. How small I was.
You are my GOD.