Foo Fighters - Empty Handed (Songs from the Laundry Room) Lyrics

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Blast on mirror tell or said
Blast in weapon when or why
Empty handed
Empty handed
Pillow to rest a little in the soul
Bread or stone in to would
Empty handed
Empty handed
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough yeah yeah into the rule
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough yeah yeah into the rule
Blast on mirror tell or said
Blast in weapon when or why
Empty handed
Empty handed
Pillow to rest a little in the soul
Bread or stone in to would
Empty handed
Empty handed
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough yeah yeah into the rule
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough yeah yeah into the rule
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough yeah yeah into the rule
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough yeah yeah into the rule
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