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You feel to find the handle
Of the thing you touch to pray
One day you find your hand gone blind
But they still can talk a tale
They can tell it on a mountain
Stone white lies
Little books with caps so thick
You can climb them to sky
Whats the point of race cars
Rocket ships and rock'n'roll
Telephones, no speed of light
The truth cannot be told
Time just keeps on keepin' on
World keeps turnin' round
These tiny lives that turn em down
Shiftin in they spin around
Take a hold
Take a hold of me
When the world is turnin' faster
Than a world should be
(Repeat)
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