Dry Hand Songtext
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My hand burnt when i touched her,
and i dreamt for a moment.
bury me in a box of photographs,
a thick bleak wind across
my...
your face is so slick slick slick
i cut my fingers on your edges
it's so cruel, it burns, it's so cruel...
this ain't my father's hand.
honey, this ain't my father's hand.
baby, you're so slick,
you're a slick image,
little girl,
slick slick slick...'
my hand dries in the wind now
(thick thick thick)
and it is burnt
(black black black)
but for a moment it was red
(and slick slick slick)
'when people mistake revenge for love, honey,
and i dreamt for a moment.
bury me in a box of photographs,
a thick bleak wind across
my...
your face is so slick slick slick
i cut my fingers on your edges
it's so cruel, it burns, it's so cruel...
this ain't my father's hand.
honey, this ain't my father's hand.
baby, you're so slick,
you're a slick image,
little girl,
slick slick slick...'
my hand dries in the wind now
(thick thick thick)
and it is burnt
(black black black)
but for a moment it was red
(and slick slick slick)
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