| I can’t write
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| I can’t sing
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| I can’t play
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| My insides have been broken
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| My inspiration has flown away
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| It’s hard to see all the little things
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| There’s a universe
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| In a crack in the wall
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| Or an ant crawling across
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| A broken tile
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| And it’s hard to see all the little things
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| When the big things get in the way
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| I can’t eat
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| I can’t sleep
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| I can’t think straight
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| I did not know it could be like this
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| Some things are better off being left alone
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| There are things that are better left unknown
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| Oh hands,
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| Don’t fail me now
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| They’re the only things I have left
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| Oh fingers,
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| Don’t let me down, now
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| They’re the only things that aren’t gone
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| Oh world, come
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| Come crashing down, now
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| Oh hands, don’t fail me now
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| Oh let me become deaf and mute to this
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| Oh hands, don’t fail me, now
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| I’m carrying my life in a cardboard box
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| Carrier bag on my back
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| I’m carrying my life in a cardboard box
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| Carrier bag on my back
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| Oh hands,
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| Don’t fail me now
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| They’re the only things I have got
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| Oh fingers,
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| Don’t let me down, now
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| Oh hands, don’t fail me now
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| All Hell falls
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| All down around me Oh hands, don’t fail me now
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| Oh fingers,
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| Don’t let me down, now
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| Oh hands, don’t fail me now |