"Goldenhands" genre: Rock
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	Lyrics GOLDENHANDS We never seen the leo run Assuming we were wise Guided by our pastor’s pen From sainthood’s antique guise Loneliness controls his mind He held her once naïve Perfection holds a lovely pale Just give me time to need These golden hands And silver tongues That washed my neck And cuff my thumbs I’m poisoned And shackled I’m holding back…holding back……… What’s left…of me Didn’t we kill enough Caress them all at will Collect a place to feed the day Your names upon the door Cut down through the copper band Uncoil the tail EXPLODE!!!! Shim the pick into the earth And bless the seeds that spilled

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