The story so far:
"My book of lyrics" -> (11 skipped) -> "ch. 5, prt. 2: you, me, a locked room and jazz music" -> "ch. 5, prt. 3: alli the star"
ch. 5, prt. 4: empty heads are filled with snow
by dr3arms
empty heads are filled with snow
turned on the tv one day
looked out the window
one more nocturn nightmare
has erupted from the sky
so boring
so what
so used up
filled up like a broken cup
empty heads are filled with snow
looking farther
from what we really know
whats out there
I seemed to wonder
empty heads
are filled with snow
so what
It’s time
to get up
and fly from the nest
leave the house
go find something
get married to a mouse
look at the birds in the sky
were flying so fast
It’s hard to wonder why
I thought to myself pone day
as I browsed the playing fied
the team opposing us
was five little dudes
no shorter then the shortest rust
we won
they lost
we gave beer
they gave us hops
and yet
we got along just fine
so this I what I think
empty heads
are filled with snow
get up
jump on it and lets go
empty heads are filled with snow
lets get out
scream and shout
stop the lines
read the presses
were just fine
they let us
live it down
forgetting
whats the sound...
turned on the tv one day
looked out the window
one more nocturn nightmare
has erupted from the sky
so boring
so what
so used up
filled up like a broken cup
empty heads are filled with snow
looking farther
from what we really know
whats out there
I seemed to wonder
empty heads
are filled with snow
so what
It’s time
to get up
and fly from the nest
leave the house
go find something
get married to a mouse
look at the birds in the sky
were flying so fast
It’s hard to wonder why
I thought to myself pone day
as I browsed the playing fied
the team opposing us
was five little dudes
no shorter then the shortest rust
we won
they lost
we gave beer
they gave us hops
and yet
we got along just fine
so this I what I think
empty heads
are filled with snow
get up
jump on it and lets go
empty heads are filled with snow
lets get out
scream and shout
stop the lines
read the presses
were just fine
they let us
live it down
forgetting
whats the sound...
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