Hands, Hands
On a face again
I couldn't help myself
But run away
Those hands
Ruining everything
But I'm not afraid
Of no one else

Hands, your hands
On my face again
And I can't help myself
But go a straight
These hands
They suit everything
And I'm not afraid
Of nothing else
All the wrong things I can do
Come on me ? when I'm without you
All the wrong things I can do
Follow me when I'm without you

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Writer(s): Markus Acher