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Too many hands carving up the sky
And leaving their mark in the sand
Like history moves
No matter where we stand
Too many hands
Theres dust in my eyes
Poison in my brain
An ocean that runs through my veins
But here in my chest
Theres a feeling I dont understand
Too many hands
Here on the highest cloud
You can see how far weve gone
Once voice cries
Echos on and on
And far away gone
Ill be hiding from the plan
Too many hands
Traces of history
Appear to cross the sky
Lay down now
Let your spirit fly
And too many hands
Fade away with time
Theyre losing themselves in the past
Well I offer my voice
Hear me if you can
Too many hands
Too many hands