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.. as time goes by i see my hands, they tragically seems to be
two victims of realty, two victims of hard work
that i'm applying day by day then, what I could say to my son?
"i'm very tired, i can't play with you today..."
what i produce just disappears in the hands of the land property
and, why? because i do the best to keep my hands a little safe
so i can play with you all day... yes, keep you in my hands all day...