There's a hole in you, you fill it with money and things. There's a hole in you, and it remains. There's a hole in you, never to be filled. There's a hole in you, never to be healed. Like a junkie with a needle in his arm you inject your life with the heroin of wealth, but the high is short and grows shorter, and the hole remains. You fill it with money and things. The hole remains, never to be filled. The hole remains, never to be healed. No matter how much you feed your addiction, the hole remains. No matter how much you try to fill it, the hole remains. You want more and more and more, because the hole remains. No matter how much you have it will never be enough because There's a hole in you, you fill it with money and things. There's a hole in you, and it remains. There's a hole in you, never to be filled. There's a hole in you, never to be healed. You put on a happy face, but the hole remains. You brag about what you have, but the hole remains. You show off and flaunt, but your never feel fulfilled because the hole remains, you will it money and things. The hole remains, never to be filled. The hole remains, never to be healed. Forever the hole remains.
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