Cifras
The Hands Are His

Tom: D

Introdução:

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Now you’re here to rise my blues
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Don’t you meddle with my dirty shoes
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The mud’s about to hide our thoughts
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And make us liars behind these walls
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Time and time again we’re replacing
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The wounds are transparent, saving graces
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If God decides to put an end to this
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Destiny will say the hands are His
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So say what you want, now...
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          I want my artificial spring
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And all the things illusions lean to bring
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The unlimited sea through watered dreams
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And the earth below my feet
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For you it may seem like contradiction
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You say I’m not taking care of myself
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Some moments we’re confused by intuitions
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And some books can’t fulfill our shelves
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Places and times, the minutes weep
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For the same motives of ours
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While the darkness prepares the souls
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For our next graceful hours
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And time moves so easily
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What makes us believe that slipping is natural
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And the places we’ve been aren’t refuges only
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'cause we're not that apart after all
So say what you want,
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'Cause we’ll pay attention to the thoughts that swing
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through the rhythm of the beat of our wings
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Give yourself a little to artificial spring
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You don’t need to believe in everything you’ve seen...

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And now you’re here to rise this blues
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Regardless of my dirty shoes...