Show me your hands
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I wanna know how you dance pretty baby, by the light of the moon
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Do you carry your lovers around in a heart like a tomb with a view?
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I wanna know how you lose, pretty baby, does it show in your eyes?
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Were you born to be a runner, or are you a casual sigh?
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Did the boys at school break your precious heart in two?
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And in every sad, sad country song
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Is there a little bitty piece of 'em still hanging on?
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You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine, my dear
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And we'll bury these old ghosts here
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Where'd you get those eyes?
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What do you see with those eyes, pretty darling, in the dead of the night?
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Are you saying your prayers or are you glowing like the metal on the edge of the knife?
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Baby whose name sounds right on the lips of my queen?
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Am I speaking in riddles, or do you feel what I mean?
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Are you dying to move, or are you dying to be the one moved?
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And would you shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Senora?
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If I could make you feel like he used to make you feel
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I'll swing you a song and I'll dance you a dance right now
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And would you shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Senora?
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If I could make you feel like he used to make you feel
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I'll swing you a song and I'll dance you a dance right now
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And we'll bury these old ghosts down
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We'll bury these old ghosts down
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Down, down, down
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Down, Darlin', down
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Down, down
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Senor And The Queen
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
