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You know he got the cure....
....you know he went astray.
He used to stay awake....
....to drive the dreams he had away.
He wanted to believe....
....in the hands of love.
His head, it felt heavy....
....as he came across the land.
And a dog started crying....
....like a broken-hearted man.
At the howling wind....
At the howling wind....
He went deeper into black....
....and deeper into white.
He could see the stars shine....
....like nails in the night.
He felt the healing....
....healing....
....healing....
....healing hands of love like the stars....
....shiny, shiny from above.
A hand in the pocket....
....and a finger on the steel.
The pistol weighed heavy....
....and his heart he could feel.
It was beating....
....beating, beating....
....beating.
Oh my love, oh my love....
Oh my love....
Oh my love!
My love....!
So hands that build....
....can also pull down....
....the hands of love.
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