//---Chew On This...---//
You know he got the cure You know he went astray He used to stay awake To drive the dreams he had away He wanted to believe In the hands of love His head it felt heavy As he cut across the land A dog started crying Like a broken hearted man At the howling wind At the howling wind
He went deeper into black Deeper into white Could see the stars shining Like nails in the night He felt the healing Healing, healing Healing hands of love Like the stars shiny shiny From above
Hand in the pocket Finger on the steel The pistol weighed heavy His heart he could feel Was beating, beating Beating, beating oh my love Oh my love, oh my love Oh my love
My love
So the hands that build Can also pull down
//---a little something more---//Adapt to your surroundings and the people around you...and you will survive...conceal your self and your frame of mind.
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