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Hollowed man wasn't given a chance

Made to work and waste away

But when he was all alone, he stow away?

He'd bring his horn out to play

From his quiet room, he'd breathe his sacred tunes

And he'd wash his blues away

Every single day

He'd wash his blues away

Hollowed man, how'd your light get so dim?

He'd say, "When I was your age

They'd start from within and work their way out

Until you've hollowed out yourself"

And from his quiet room, I'd hear his sacred tunes

And he'd wash my blues away

Every single day

He'd wash his blues away

Every single day

He'd wash his blues away