Hands
L.A.
Hands
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In front of the ocean
I kiss my baby once
I heard her knocking
At my heart door
Cause I used to be there down the line
To be unbroken
More than words
And more than any other kinf of connection
Is what we use
To tell each other what we had
Or wanted too
If you wanna leave this town...
Please take my hands
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