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