I-- Will not cavil to you
For my Heart-- is an unending tune
And I-- Will not trouble your rest
For my heart-- is infinitely blessed
Ever a Heart-- cut from an angel crow, alone. 
Verse 2
And so-- One is ringing a bell 
And it's just-- shimmering shell
The world-- slows my vision, all blurred.
But now-- is my lesson, it comes
And heat from the tall-- lamp melting the outer- wax, it holds.
Blood from a deep-- cut, some of the red does start, to flow.

Chorus
Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold
Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold
Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold
Sometimes my hands, they don't feel like my own, I need someone to love, I need someone to hold
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