| Hard to know what you’ve been shown
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| When all you’re shown are lies
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| Black ink put up on this page, above the dotted line
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| Yeah, there’s this hole in my soul
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| So how far do you wanna go?
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| You know I’d give it away if it’s what you say
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| This hold, it grows, can you feel it too?
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| I mean if that’s what you want
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| It’s all up to you
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| Dig to fake, this give and take
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| In hollow offerings
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| Dig to probe intention through these lines of questioning
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| Yeah, there’s this hole in my soul
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| So how far do you wanna go?
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| You know I’ll give it away if it’s what you say
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| This hold, it grows, can you feel it too?
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| I mean if that’s what you want
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| It’s all up to you
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| I’m still reeling from the mess I made
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| Still reeling from the mess I made
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| Still reeling from the mess I made
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| Still reeling from the mess I made |