No Hands

Joy Crookes

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    Meet me Southeast
    On the downbeat
    With your khaki string vest intact
    Though you're handsome
    There's a red sun
    And I can't help wonder what's next
    Then you ask me
    What do you want from all our weekends and whiskey so
    Told you I don't vouch for love g
    It takes too much of my power

    Oh, can't stay too long
    I might stay in someone
    Round and round I go
    Got to set the tone
    In the hands of none
    That's where I belong

    Spending nights in
    Lonely castles
    Where I learned to see my cracks
    Sweet as sixteen
    Don't-a test me
    I could not sit still if I tried

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    Learning to run before I could walk, out
    Learning to cuss before I could talk it out
    Nah, nah, nah

    Oh, can't stay too long
    I might stay in someone
    Round and round I go
    Got to set the tone
    In the hands of none
    That's where I belong

    No hands
    (No, no hands)
    Nobody cradles me like I can
    No, like I can
    No hands
    (No, no hands)
    Nobody cradles me like I can
    No, like I can

    Oh, can't stay too long
    I might stay in someone
    Round and round I go
    Got to set the tone
    In the hands of none
    That's where I belong
    That's where I belong

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    Composition: Joy Crookes

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