| There are holes in my shoes
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| There are holes in my clothes
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| Where you used to go — my heart
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| There’s a hole in my lips
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| Where you used to kiss me
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| A hole in the hole
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| And nobody fits me now — oh, now
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| And I could find somebody new
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| There’s a lot of fish in the sea
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| But every time I see one next to you
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| I know this hole’s where
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| My soul wants to be
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| There’s a hole in the wall
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| Where my fist found your face
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| There’s a hole in the soul
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| Of the whole human race — your face
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| Holes in the flesh
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| Holes in the bone
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| Holes in this bed
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| Where I now dance alone — our home
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| And I could find somebody new
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| There’s a match for every flame
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| Any time I strike one next to you
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| I know that hole
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| Will never be the same
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| There’s a crack in the world
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| Where it holds up the sky
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| And it bleeds from the mouth
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| And it foams from the eye
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| There’s a hole in this desert
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| My life has become
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| I am rock, I am stone
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| I am blind and deaf and dumb
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| There are holes in my shoes
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| Holes in my clothes
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| Holes in my heart
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| Where you used to go — my heart
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| And I could find somebody new
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| And finally be set free
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| But every time I see someone with you
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| I know that hole’s where
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| My soul wants to be |