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My Old Hands Lyrics - Artist : Jamie McDell
Lately I've seen lots of running around
I've seen bubblegum on the ground I see how the others live now And I know they dont want the truth anymore Say that's what the channels are for So Miss can I show you the door Excuse me Joanna, or Miss Louisiana, whatever face it is Won't you give me a hand, I need to understand Why the ocean looks like this And all I have to do is to walk back home Find my young, infected soul All I need from you is one more chance To take the world with both my hands My old hands Lady you're giving me stress everyday Your makeup might get you a raise It won't fill the big empty space So far I've listenned to all of the songs Of Jimmy, of Jackson, of John I still don't know where we went wrong I'm sorry professor or picture on my dresser, whatever face it is Won't you give me your hand, I need to understand Why the forest looks like this All I have to do is to walk back home Find my young, infected soul All I need from you is one more chance To take the world with both my hands My old hands Oh the tide rolls in And I watch it fall away Till light goes dim Oh it seems the sky Takes the worry and the past out of my mind All I have to do is to walk back home Find my young, infected soul All I need from you is one more chance To take the world with both my hands My old hands My old hands My old hands My old hands My old hands |
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