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knuckle /// dylantheinfamous - looms lyrics

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[verse 1]
but we dying anyways?
rest heavy, wide awake lying
high heaven in her hands
holding broke, knuckles bandaged
clasping arms
the same palms brand the damage he masked
rapping at the wall
she said we living art, they tryna hang us at the walls
hadn’t managed, hacked the canvas
fontana sh*t
ring cracking at her call
no signal in this parish kid
they tapped and all
small days, no ball games
signs priced up off walkways with wall paint
woven over houses fit to kick the can in
life time kicking back, couldn’t kick the habit
this sh*t was handed
crooked, crooked
finger in its point
sitting missing joints
dave allen
quipping, see the victor in the victim
no matter who did or didn’t, it’s in the inner vision is it not?
don’t answer that, he saving the fam
with the very few who take his hand and don’t shake it
her stare punctuate the statements that he splaying up and jab at
the school boy lab rat, mad hat
change places
aching hands had made him able to stand gracious
see, a woman had to made him a man

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