Quick Hands

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    Quick hands, light wood
    Seems I'm working late again
    I can't hold her
    Caught up my life
    Trying to make things better
    So I can hold her

    Baby when we touch, I get a little lighter
    Could it be this wine
    Or she on my mind
    Darling when your home, I get a little brighter
    We sit talking for hours about nothing that matters
    Nothing that matters

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    Moments of our lives
    Stay with me while I'm gone
    And my bed's colder
    So late nights I call home
    Things can't get much better
    Then my hands hold hers

    Baby when we touch, I get a little lighter
    Could it be this wine
    Or she on my mind
    Darling when your home, I get a little brighter
    We sit talking for hours about nothing that matters

    Baby when we touch, I get a little lighter
    Could it be this wine
    Or she on my mind
    Darling when your home, I get a little brighter
    We sit talking for hours about nothing that matters

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    Composition: Bowen Purcell, Ezekiel Walters, and Zechariah Walters Vídeos

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