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The hand of |
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God lays high above me |
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I'll be good if you really love me |
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Let me feel your mighty crunch |
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As you rub me out like water, fire, coal, etc |
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Let it be known today, if you've got two hands |
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You're supposed to pray |
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Fingers of fire, coal and lead |
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Fondly love me till |
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I'm deadThe hand of |
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God is thick and callous |
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Bruised and torn from stones and sticks |
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The hand of |
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God has got a ring about the size of texas |
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Made of steel and rust, my fingers smear |
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Let me try on your hand, and see if it fits |
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Don't worry |
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I won't touch anything unholy with it |
