Just Like We Do Testo

And there are things that follow us quietly to the past
We've seen all those faces we won't go looking for trouble
The rain it tumbled down through the cracks in the sky which
made your hands grow, watch your hands grow
And we still see through their planks, shifted laughs
We'll hold the hands of sinners and then we will pass
Ooooh, ohhhh
Ooooh, ohhhh
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