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Two Cold Hands
Every slow day
A sacred medicine
I'm not sick
I just feel a little pain
But every black night
A cup full of venom
I'm not sick
But I could have been better
Two cold hands on my body
Not even from you, they are mine
Two cold hands on my body
I feel them burning
Every slow day
A pill for the pain
I am not sick
And I don't want to be either
But every black night
A poisonous medicine
I'm not sick
But I should have been better
Two cold hands
Two cold hands on my body
Not even yours, they're mine
Two cold hands on my body
I feel them burning

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