| The sparsely individual, a Dalek in this way of life
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| Thinly slice the garlic up and pardon while I make you cry
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| Half of what you make is life, the other halfs a blatant lie
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| Naked lying cradling the statements that you hate and hide
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| I’ll celebrate and die, and wear a smile from cheek to cheek for you
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| Treat you all as equals through the speakers when I speak to you
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| Popping up sporadically, and each release is peekaboo
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| I misconstrued the truth a bit before but now I’m neatly tuned
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| Almost every demon in my psyche’s feeling clean removed
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| We hoovered up the bits together, thank you and I mean it too
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| Thank you for the deep reviews, and time you spent inside my head
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| And thanks for putting up with every self-obsessesive title set
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| I show love and vow to, so fucked without you
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| Me without your ears is like an old drunk without booze
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| Weeping out the years we hold hands and chase the bugs away
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| Forever in a state of mass confusion every fucking day
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| Hold my hands, stare into my eyes and talk
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| Don’t be scared or frightened if you’re unprepared to ride to war
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| Everybody hides their thoughts, close your eyes, try ignore
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| Pissed as fuck or sober I got time for what you’re fighting for
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| Let me stain your mind some more, everyday’s a silent war
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| Penetrate the weapons line and elevate to find your core
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| And maybe we could reach a peak together in a cloud of hate
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| And shake away the powder I’m addicted to around my face
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| I magnify the cracks in an attempt to smooth them out with you
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| There ain’t a single thing apart from that that I’ve been out to prove
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| Except the fact that all I need is love in some amount from you
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| I’m sorry, mad apologies for when I run my mouth at you
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| I guess I’m tryna teach a bunch of strangers not to talk shit
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| And think about the powers we’d possess if we could all switch
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| I drink a lot, I guess the balance in my life is wrong
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| But why the fuck you gonna buy an album off a viceless nob?
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| We need problems, need blemishes and scars
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| Need wrong’uns, need venom in our negative remarks
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| You’re all beautifully crafted, in an emptiness we grasp
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| And I thank you forever from the centre of my heart, from
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| Me to you, for new street to Pete and Lou
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| For Chris, Liz to Neil to Louise, I’m here to speak
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| For my parkside, day one family I still have
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| Started as a bunch of little scallywags and built that
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| Hold my hands, stare into my eyes and talk
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| Don’t be scared or frightened if you’re unprepared to ride to war
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| Everybody hides their thoughts, close your eyes, try ignore
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| Pissed as fuck or sober I got time for what you’re fighting for
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| Let me stain your mind some more, everyday’s a silent war
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| Penetrate the weapons line and elevate to find your core
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| And maybe we could reach a peak together in a cloud of hate
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| And shake away the powder I’m addicted to around my face |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold My Hands , by - Dirty Dike. Song from the album Sucking on Prawns in the Moonlight, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп