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• Artiste: Slaves To Gravity
• Titre: My Poor Hand
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My little victories in vain I'm just the jealous moon who stole the sun again Don't try to understand It's my poor hand you made Lost in your trophy room My nothing on parade Eat your own kind Beat the old man Shake my poor hand Holy as you fall As evening heals the pain I know the sun will light up my life again My dirty mirror rides the waves Caught up in ocean storms and shattered into spray I've tried to pay my dues, to be like you always Hung in your lonely sky Your light I can't erase Eat your own kind Beat the old man Shake my poor hand Holy as you fall As evening heals the pain As close as we've become I want to be free now Only when the cure tastes like novocain I know the sun will light up my life again Let the wings unfold Goodbye my friend You know this is the end