Tancred - West | Текст песни

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I leave this in your hands.
I might be the lion, but you’re the one behind the wheel.

You have thumbs and I have none,
You teach me because we know one day I’ll have some.

Growing fingers, I grew ten.
I know because I counted them.
Now I’m the one behind the wheel.

The car we passed, broken in half, oh, I can see it looking back.
I grip so tight that I can’t feel.

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