Too many hands carving up the sky
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And leaving their mark in the sand
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Like history moves
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No matter where we stand
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Too many hands
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There¡¯s dust in my eyes
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Poison in my brain
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An ocean that runs through my veins
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But here in my chest
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There¡¯s a feeling I don¡¯t understand
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Too many hands
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Here on the highest cloud
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You can see how far we¡¯ve gone
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One voice cries
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Echoes on and on
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And far away gone
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I¡¯ll be hiding from the plan
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Too many hands
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Traces of history
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Appear across the sky
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Lay down now
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Let your spirit fly
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And too many hands
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Fade away with time
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They¡¯re losing themselves in the past
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Well I offer my voice
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Hear me if you can
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Too many hands
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Too many hands
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Too Many Hands
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| Blue Rodeo |