Don't pray for love, my brother
Don't pray for love
You'll get your own, my brother
Just don't rush at all
Hole in a soul
I've got it from you
Hole in a soul
Let me break through
She was a liar, my lover
She was a fraud
With all those words, my lover
She shot, shot, shot, shot
Hole in a soul
I've got it from you
Hole in a soul
Let me break through
Writing this words on a water
The river will send them to you
She wasn't a half, just a quater
And this is the truth
Hole in a sole
I'll give it to you (so you could just)
Sing with this song
And pass it on (through the)
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