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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 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