The Belligerents - These Hands | Текст песни

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These hands, write on the walls
And these hands, write nothing at all
I run them down, I clear the way
The roof caves in, my mind's astray

And I run, in my bender
Because these hands, they wither
I turn around, I won’t surrender
Because these hands, they wither

(WHOA, WHOA)

These hands, they play the games
And these hands, they have no names
I throw them back and see them go
I plant the seeds and watch them grow

And I run, in my bender
Because these hands, they wither
Well I turn around, I won't surrender
Because these hands, they wither

I'd throw your fingertips away, she said she said
If I leave my hands, we'll surely stay, I said I said
I've lost my backbone, what can I do?
I'll know when I stand up to you

And I run, in the thunder,
Because these hands, they wither
Well I turn around, I won’t surrender
Because these hands, they wither

They wither x 6

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