[00:02.15]Artist：john hiatt
[00:03.03]Songs Title：through your hands
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[00:18.62]You were dreaming on a park bench
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[00:22.61]bout a broad highway somewhere
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[00:26.56]When the music from the carillon
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[00:30.40]Seemed to hurl your heart out there
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[00:34.60]Past the scientific darkness
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[00:38.74]Past the fireflies that float
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[00:42.73]To an angel bending down
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[00:46.08]To wrap you in her warmest coat
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[00:50.88]And you ask, what am I not doing?
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[00:54.63]She says your voice cannot command.
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[00:58.64]In time, you will move mountains,
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[01:02.85]And it will come through your hands.
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[01:15.05]Still you argue for an option
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[01:18.98]Still you angle for your case
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[01:23.09]Like you wouldnt know a burning bush
[01:28.11]If it blew up in your face
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[01:31.29]Yeah, we scheme about the future
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[01:35.24]And we dream about the past
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[01:39.61]When just a simple reaching out
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[01:43.72]Might build a bridge that lasts
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[02:27.94]So whatever your hands find to do
[02:32.23]You must do with all your heart
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[02:36.04]There are thoughts enough
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[02:38.21]To blow mens minds and tear great worlds apart
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[02:44.16]Theres a healing touch to find you
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[02:48.03]On that broad highway somewhere
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[02:52.49]To lift you high
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[02:54.61]As music flying
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[02:57.03]Through the angels hair.
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[03:00.72]Dont ask what you are not doing
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[03:04.44]Because your voice cannot command
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[03:08.42]In time we will move mountains
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[03:12.62]And it will come through your hands