(Hey hey hey hey... hey hey hey hey...)
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Hold my head up, right foot back
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Take my hands down, shake my back
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Pull my strings and cut my rope
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Rattle my frame and shatter my ghost
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And if I can't get back in line
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They're gonna break me down
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Till the broad daylight comes through
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Breathe out, come alive
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Give me a reason to feel
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Take my eyes and paint my bones
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Drill my brain all full of holes
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And patch it up before it leaks
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These memories come two by three
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And if I catch these master's hands
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Could I spend my days on a discount revelry
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Breathe out, come alive
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Give me a reason to feel
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Master's Hands
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| Charlotte Gainsbourg |
