| These are my hands, but what can they give me?
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| These are my eyes, but they cannot see
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| These are my arms, but they don’t know tenderness
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| And I must confess that I am usually drawn to sadness
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| And loneliness has never been a stranger to me, but
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| Love tried to welcome me
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| But my soul drew back
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| Guilty of lust and sin
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| Love tried to take me in
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| These are my lips, but they whisper sorrow
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| This is my voice, but it’s telling lies
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| I know how to laugh, but I don’t know happiness
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| And I must confess, instead of spring, it’s always winter
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| And my heart has always been a lonely hunter, but still
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| Love tried to welcome me
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| But my soul drew back
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| I was covered with dust and sin
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| Love tried to take me in
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| Love tried to break me
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| And I must confess, instead of spring, it’s always winter
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| And my heart has always been a lonely hunter, but still
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| (chorus, inserting «I was» before «Guilty»)
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| (chorus, removing «I was»)
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| Love tried to welcome me
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| But my soul drew back
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| Guilty of lust and sin
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| [I was covered with dust
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| overed with sorrow]
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| Love tried to take me in
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| Still, love tried to welcome me
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| But my soul drew back
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| Covered with dust and sin
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| Love tried to take me in
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| Love tried to welcome me
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| But my soul drew back
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| Guilty of lust and sin
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| Love tried to take me in
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| Love tried to welcome me
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| Love tried to welcome me
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| Love tried to welcome me
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| Love tried to welcome me |