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Thieving Irons
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Gentle Hands
Don't know what's left, but I know what's right Can't keep the riddle settled down tonight Put your best suit on, holes in the shoes Bright eyed and blood-shoot, no heat in the living room Emblazoned with fortitude, cracking knuckles on the bench Pick up the empty bottle, put the bed to rest
Singing praises, hail on the tin Bleed it all out, bleed-it-all-out No stranger to this sound, next minute coming in Gentle hands we can feel, We can feel
Unity gains with the caving in We give it all up just to get in Wake me up, wake me up Ambient dreams, got me drinking all my hope
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Singing praises, hail on the tin Bleed it all out, bleed-it-all-out No stranger to this sound, next minute coming in Gentle hands we can feel, We can feel
Bells and missiles with one knee on the ground Arms reach out, arms reaching out Bells and missiles with one knee on the ground Arms reach out, arms reaching out
Small world wonders, “why the big city thunder?” Which way to the road home is where to stumble
With arms reaching out With arms reaching out
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