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SHADE OF THE HAND OF FEAR
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Wait a minute mister,
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I think it might be best,
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Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest
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The slightest bit of interest,
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I should come with a warning.
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See the majority of my life I've been in rare form,
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You know a couple of strokes below the norm.
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But I'd empty the pockets of these jeans I've worn tonight
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If you'll forget yourself until the morning.
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Cause I'm thinking I could kiss you
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The warmest of all your breathing days.
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You don't have to kiss me back.
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I just need to be sure I remember the way,
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It could make me comfortable.
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See I haven't slept for going on five hundred years
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And hide behind the shade of the hand of fear,
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And don't be confused the way I look is merely
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A nack for finding dark corners.
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Ask my friends cause they all think they know,
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Least it seemed from the last letter that he wrote,
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That I just can't calm down this hot-blooded music in my throat.
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And in comparison it made him boring.
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Still I'm thinking I could love you,
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The sweetest of all your breathing days,
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You don't have to give it back,
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I just need to be sure I remember the way,
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It could make me comfortable.
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So wait a minute mister,
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I think it might be best,
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Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest the slightest bit of interest.
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I should come with a warning.
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SHADE OF THE HAND OF FEAR
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| Jennifer Nettles Band |
