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Hands all over the Eastern border |
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You know what? I think we're falling |
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From composure |
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Hands all over Western culture |
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Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures |
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Got my arms around baby brother |
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Put your hands away |
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You're gonna kill your mother, kill your mother |
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And I love her |
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Hands all over the coastal waters |
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The crew men thank her |
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Then lay down their oily blanket |
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Hands all over the inland forest |
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In a striking motion trees fall down |
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Like dying soldiers |
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Hands all over the peasant's daughter |
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She's our bride |
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She'll never make it out alive |
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Hands all over the words I utter |
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Change them into what you want to |
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Like balls of clay |
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Put your hands away |
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You're gonna kill your mother |
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And I love her |
