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A man is just what he says he wants to be, I never think about it.
This man stands close to what I say is me, I couldn't know about it.
I hear, I see, I talk but still I wait for something good to happen.
These hands don't want to be what they are now, 'cause I know it's crap.
I'm living with my hands on my mouth and I'm living with my hands
on my ears and I'm living with my hands on my eyes and it would be nice
if they would cut off my hands.
I rather carry the world instead of it's sorry if they would crash my bones.
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They hear, they see, they talk but still they wait ..
I'm living with my hands on my mouth and I'm living with my hands
on my ears and I'm living with my hands on my eyes and it would be nice
if they would cut off my hands, cuts off my hands.
These monkeys stare at me as if they know they what I am..
I'm living with my hands on my mouth and I'm living with my hands
on my ears and I'm living with my hands on my eyes and it would be nice
if they would cut off my hand.
