(Mark Erelli)
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They picked another one off the vine
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Scooped out the seeds in the back of his mind
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Filled up his head with half-truths and lies
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And put the finishing touch on the perfect disguise
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They rolled out a carpet and threw a parade
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Convinced everyone he had something to say
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They smiled as they watched from the two-way mirror
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As he told all the people what they wanted to hear
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CHORUS
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Hey, have you heard the story?
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It's the same old song, same old dance
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Hey, he's bound for glory
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He ain't nothing but a hollow man
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He basked in the glow of the fortune and fame
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Even threw the first pitch at the World Series game
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He always maintained he had nothing to hide
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No one ever suspected he was empty inside
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CHORUS
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Hey, he don't know what he's doing
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They set him up so high, he never had a chance
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Hey, you can see right through him
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He ain't nothing but a hollow man
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Then came the day his cover was blown
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Their little Frankenstein monster got out of control
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So he looked to the ones who had saved him before
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Only to find that they'd changed all the locks on the doors
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The press circled in with blood in their eyes
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Each one wanting a piece of his shallow disguise
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And they cast him aside when from glory he fell
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Now he's just another bum with a story to tell
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CHORUS
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Hey, he's less than zero
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The greater the height, the harder you land
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Ain't it hard when you find your hero
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Hollow Man
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| Mark Erelli |
