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known this can make you understand. Take my spirit from my open hand. You used to hold me. You used to hold me. You used to hold me me me me, yeah x4. You know better than I do. You used to hold me. You
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Knocked down everything I tried to do. That sounds something like me holding you. I've known this can make you understand. Take my spirit from my open hand. You used to hold me. You used to hold
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The way is dark up ahead of me. The way is dark and I cannot see. What I love the most is a flashlight beam. Lighting up the way when I cannot see The way unfolds like an open hand. The way
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dress. Chorus. Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand. Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance. Silver moon's sparkling. So kiss me. Kiss me
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understand. A covenant of brotherhood. That joins our open hand O come ye now unto The Flame. Keep it through the night. Nourish it and share its warmth. And spend its precious light Eager souls are rising now
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Waiting For. We Are The People Of The Open Hand. Streets Of Dublin To Notre Dame. We’ll Build It Better Than We Did Before. We Are The People We’ve Been Waiting For. We Are The People We’ve Been Waiting For
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twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand. Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance. Silver moon's sparkling. So kiss me. . Kiss me down by the broken tree house. Swing
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twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand, strike up the band. And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling. So kiss me Kiss me, down by the broken tree house. Swing me
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twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand, strike up the band. And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling. So kiss me Kiss me, down by the broken tree house. Swing me
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twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hand, strike up the band. And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling. So kiss me Kiss me, down by the broken tree house. Swing me
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mamma. Don't fuss over me. The way she tells me. I'm hers and she is mine. Open hand or closed fist. Would be fine. The blood is rare. And sweet as cherry wine. Calls of guilty thrown at me. All while she
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. Anything, I'm sure I will bleed sincerely tonight So, you make the simplest mistake. So, you make the simplest mistake. And fearlessly you deny your involvement. In my demise but give me your open hand It
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grasp you have upon this group. Is as fragile as a pile of ash. They know your lies and weakness. With each open hand you bluntly lash. Oh, these soft legged girls. And hard faced boys. They know no God
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known this can make you understand. Take my spirit from my open hand. You used to hold me. You used to hold me. You used to hold me me me me, yeah x4. You know better than I do. You used to hold me. You
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Knocked down everything I tried to do. That sounds something like me holding you. I've known this can make you understand. Take my spirit from my open hand. You used to hold me. You used to hold
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Knocked down everything I tried to do. That sounds something like me holding you. I've known this can make you understand. Take my spirit from my open hand. You used to hold me. You used to hold
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come on and open up?. I said open up little heart. Please, won't you let me try? Yea Got to be good. Don't you understand?. Raise your hand. Hey, hey, hey. I said raise your hand. Right here
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come on and open up?. I said open up little heart. Please, won't you let me try? Yea Got to be good. Don't you understand?. Raise your hand. Hey, hey, hey. I said raise your hand. Right here
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. Is an absolutely insane resolution to live by. Live high, live mighty. Live righteously takin' it easy. Live high, live mighty. Live righteously. I try to picture the man to always have an open hand
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, these akimbos. Open hand, smack him in his mitt, bitch, I'm Kimbo. You be throwing cash in the strip. My lil' bitch suckin' dick for the free. I got a bitch, but a bitch ain't got me. I know she trip when
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and the dusk hang. See the power rise from an open hand And we walk, and we walk. And we walk with the power every day. Never letting the light slip away Reaching out, reaching in. Touching truth
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, yeah They say the heart is shaped just like a fist. Holding in its feelings. I say the heart is like an open hand. Holding out and healing Oh, wherever you go, don't you know. That the world is full
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And I, could easily fall from grace. Then another would take my place. For the chance to behold your face And the days, of my life are but grains of sand. As they fall from your open hand. At the
