Hands of Love - текст песни
Hands of Love
On a crowded street or from a passing car
I can see the world from where i am
People stand in line so they can buy their things
They buy a vegetable or a can
C--i taste the water and the water tastes hot
i taste the water and the water tastes hot
hands of love, they keep on slipping
hands of love, they keep on gripping
My home, it might as well just be a cave
And the ones next door don't talk to me
And when i'm lying in bed at night i hear the sounds
Of the sirens and the dogs and the people screaming--C
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
I taste the water and the water tastes hot
Whistle down the...whistle down the road
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