Shane Tutmarc - Idle Hands | Текст песни

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I swallow my spit and I swallow my pride
I'm trying to eat my shadow in the daytime
Cause when the night does fall
All my troubles don't seem so small
These idle hands can do the devil's work

I lie to myself and I tell you the truth
I've broken every promise that I've made to you ohh
But now the curtain is torn
It's the calm before the storm
These idle hands can do the devil's work

Oh these idle hands can do the devil's work
Oh these idle hands can do the devil's work

I woke up early my gums were bleeding
My eyes were black my chest was heaving
Although the mirror was cracked
My bags were ready and packed
These idle hands will do the devil's work

Oh these idle hands will do the devil's work
Oh these idle hands will do the devil's work

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