Answer:
Though I am only two words I have thousands of letters in me
I'm tall I'm round and hollow Seems to get chewed a bit But you'll rarely see me unless the other end is lit.
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?
I look at you you look at me I raise my right you raise your left.
You use me from your head to your toes. The more I work, the thinner I grow. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?