Empty Hands Songtext

Mother Mother

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Empty Hands Songtext
I was given these hands, I can make a fist with them
But can't understand how to get a grip with all these
People around; nothing seems to stick with them
They're getting me down and I pin them insensitive
And they ask me to lend them a hand
I put it out but then they turn my hand down

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
My empty empty hands, hands
I was given this heart, I help with it stopping
But I can't help it start, start by just agreeing with the
People at large, how they're so unappealing, oh
They're just not that smart, and sometimes it's endearing
But now when I ask them to lend me a hand
And they just look at me like I'm some hand-me-down gown

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
My empty empty hands, hands

I was given these eyes, I can't see the truth
But I can feel all the lies, falling through the roof
They're making piles and piles, and after I deduce
I'd say that lies aren't my style, so it's safe to assume
That if I ask just if you'd kindly lend me a hand
You might just say that you do but really not give a damn, damn, damn

Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty
Why do I take these things around my little empty
Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
My empty empty hands, hands
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