| There is a hole in the night
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| That the city keeps travelling round
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| There is a hole in the roof where the ego comes down
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| There is a hole in the closet where the coats go to fly
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| There is a hole in the closet where noisy cats go to die
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| I step away from the window
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| I am struck by a nightly disease
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| Something has been coming
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| A long time it’s been crawling
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| Out of pitch-black and expanding seas
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| It’s clearly headed in my direction
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| I am strong but I need protection
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| A hole in my heart tonight
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| There is a hole in my heart tonight
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| There is a hole in my heart tonight
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| There is a hole in my heart tonight
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| Alright
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| Ah, there were times when I had just one eye
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| It took a field to fly and a bird to cry
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| Or just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand
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| Just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand
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| Yeah
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| That sort of memory is no match for my poisonous pen
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| Big bad boy approaches the mirror
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| With a dead black bird in his bad-fingered hand
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| Hand extended in my direction
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| I am strong but I need protection
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| There is a hole in my heart tonight
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| There is a hole in my heart tonight
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| There is a hole in my heart tonight
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| There is a hole in my heart tonight
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| Alright
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| Hand extended in my direction
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| I am strong but I need protection
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| Just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand
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| Just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand
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| Just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand
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| Just a bad foot and a bad-fingered hand |