Ryan Ike - Heavy Hands | Текст песни

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If I turn my eyes
From these cold blue skies
Won't stay my worry
Won't calm or quell

I can say my piece
I can barter my tale
Won't ease my burden
But I might as well

There's a heavy hand
laid across this land
and it steers my journey
and it guides my pen

Press on, head high
'Til the ink has run dry
'Cause my story ain't like
to wind home again

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