Sal Fowler - The Hunt | Текст песни

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• The Hunt

I’ve been hurt by you
I’ve been left by you
I’ve been loved by you
Your tenderest hands
Your tenderest hands

What more could I do
Than break my arm and lie for you
Swallow every word you spoke
Til I believed they were my own
Til I believed they were my own

And is this what makes you a man?
To take me in and let me stand
Then cut me down so you can hunt
You’re just a preacher with a gun
You’re just a preacher with a gun

And I’ve been hurt by you
And I’ve been left by you
And I’ve been loved by you
Your tenderest hands
Your tenderest hands
Your tenderest hands
Your tenderest hands

(Is this what makes you a man?)

Your tenderest hands

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