An Anger Against The World
White Hands
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You try to do something nice
But they always want to start a fight
Can’t give them no satisfaction
Complaining about my reflections
They’re lucky I don’t have a gun
Or any courage to make it done
I saw the salt lights on the beach peel
And than I ran up to this endless view
Ice on ice. Nice ice
On the ribs of mine
Ice on ice. Nice ice
On the ribs of mine
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They always want to stay the same
And I just want to make it all to change
And if you see we have a place to run
I would try to erase the Sun
They’re lucky I don’t have a gun
Or any courage to make it done
I saw the salt lights on the beach peel
And than I ran up to this endless view
Ice on ice. Nice ice
On the ribs of mine
Ice on ice. Nice ice
On the ribs of mine
An anger againts the world