Marsela - Running Hand

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Eye waited for love, it came, two hurt me Together then we’re torn apart Who knows if Cupid missed the mark? Now it’s got me wondering if I’m free again Chained to the rhythm, thought your voice would be my friend Clouds, where I wasted my days away, want my head Running from the voices Forces bigger than me My hands are running What good is a flame in a running hand? My my my Eye for an eye ‘till everybody’s blind Made peace but I can’t seem to sweep you off my mind It’s embarrassing Palm to face a million times Spoon feed me poison and you tell me to be calm Now it’s got me wondering if I’m free again Chained to the rhythm, thought your voice would be my friend Clouds, where I wasted my days away, want my head Running from the voices Forces bigger than me My hands are running What good is a flame in a running hand? Now its got me wondering if I’m free Ooo Now it’s got me wondering if I’m free again Chained to the rhythm, thought your voice would be my friend Clouds where I wasted my days away want my head Running from the voices Forces bigger than me My hands are running What good is a flame in a running hand?
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