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The Holding Hand
Iceage
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There is no shape, there is no form
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But a smoky rolling mass
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So it billows like the sea
Surges overcome to pass
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Some power exceeds muscle
Even the weightless can outweigh
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Put one over in the hustle
Teacher becomes protรฉgรฉ
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And we row, on we go, through these murky water bodies
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Little known, little shown, just a distant call of sound
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See the couplets in the sun
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In an alabaster hue
Slouched across these spangled acres
Rich outlandish revenue
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See it come and see it go
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As you find it then it's lost
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Far beyond the holding hand
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In a pipe dream double-crossed
And we row, on we go, through these murky water bodies
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Little known, little shown, just a distant call of sound
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O limp wristed god, limp wristed god
Don't you know I'm not at a fault in your weakened arms
Sent off at a breathless pace
Softened come the fall from grace
O limp wristed god, limp wristed god
Don't you know I'm not at a fault in your weakened arms
Knocking on your window is a cavalcade
Pleading for relief, a call to aid
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