His head is a big black hole
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Full of big black things
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And it sucks so hard You could never miss the mark
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True to form, no one's ever seen anything come out
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What a travesty, what a sad fate
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Sigh, someone get a band-aid please
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We gotta get this guy a machine for his cranium
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I mean I don't think
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Maybe I don't hear what i need
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This never really goes anywhere
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We dug a hole
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And put our heads in it
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We dug a hole
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We dug a hole
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And put our heads in
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This winter day comes too quick and brought with it not enough hot spiced cider or cinnamon toast
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You'd never think they'd notice but when you
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got a dead star sucking up photons in your brain things start to change
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And for the record let me say
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It's not his fault that things never change
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And summer is always too short
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He's doing real good for a guy with a black hole in his head
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And you'll never meet him anyway
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We dug a hole
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And put our heads in it
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We dug a hole
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We dug a hole And put our heads in it
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We dug a hole
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(We dug a hole)
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We Dug A Hole
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| OK Go |
