There's a hole in the head where the emptiness lives
so we devour books and poems for the comfort it gives
but then we count...1..2..3 and we are homeless again
There's a hole in the soul where the emptiness feeds
so we prey upon saints and gods on our knees
but then we count...1...2...3 and we are hungry again
There's a hole in the pocket where the emptiness grows
so we sell and buy and sell and buy and stick up our nose
but then we count...1...2...3 and we are small again
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