(W)HOLE
There's a hole in my soul and a hole in my sole
It hurts when I dream and it stings when I walk
There's a mountain staring down at me
A silent letter
(doubled, sixth to the end)
Walked up to me
He told me he couldn't make my soul whole
But he could mend my sole
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