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Too Many HandsToo many hands carving up the skyAnd leaving their mark in the sand Like history moves No matter where we stand Too many hands There's dust in my eyes Poison in my brain An ocean that runs through my veins But here in my chest There's a feeling I don't understand Too many hands Here on the highest cloud You can see how far we've gone Once voice cries Echo's on and on And far away gone I'll be hiding from the plan Too many hands Traces of history Appear across the sky Lay down now Let your spirit fly And too many hands Fade away with time They're losing themselves in the plan Well I offer my voice Hear me if you can Too many hands Too many hands |