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They've never had it this good
I wish to take
Always a chance to be new
I forgot how to scream a long time ago
Marble has been my only solace
I've been filled with holes for awhile
Maybe if I dream
It doesn't matter
I already saw the holes
Regards,
Dr. Falkenberg
I see holes in walls
Bottomless pits
If i think about it too hard
They scream at me
They don't know you yet
It's because your so close
Once you see the holes
Then I'll truly love you
Until then
We care about you
Regards,
Dr. Falkenberg