Hands by Josh Hicks

Goin away/ Still tryin to fold but you fade/ & I thought that you hated my hands/ But you’re so understanding of them/ Through the emptied mouth/ You can bring me down/ To be there when you want it/ Please there’s a lot of em/ No one’s forgotten bout/ You & me or I in the wrongest place/ Whoever thought that this would be again/ Who’s to be they eye on the longest days/ You never thought that I’d see it again.

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