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Hands With Holes
I'd take a hand to hold
Even one so full of holes
And i just need a lessening
Of all this misery
You seemed to fit right
And your steps a little out of sight
A little too far for me
tripped to steep to see
And i hate sundays
And all the slow quakes
The little defeats
I'm gone in the seas
See the colorless eyes
Mine are so empty
Ever since your leaving
Breathe the shallowest breaths
It's not gonna help
It was bad timing at best
I'd take a hand to hold
Even one so full of holes
And i just need a lessening
Of all this misery
See the forgotten eyes
Mine were so full of lies
Ever since your betrayal rise
Breathe the mountain air
It's not gonna help
I was gone, i failed the test
Please sweet jesus
Save my wildness
I know i'm yours
But i'm not ready to pray
