One Hand Washes the Other Songtext
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One Hand Washes the Other Songtext
With one hand washing the other...
I′ve conceived and achieved, and I'm bleached and I′m clean
And I eat the spleen fed back to me
And I gleam and succeed in-between white sheets
In a dream where I lie next to me
I could bleed out
Emphysema
Got both feet in a swollen fever
Hear no evil
See no evil
But I can speak
And bleat for you
When you clap, I do it
I can step right to it
When you ask me to move you
When you clap, I do it
But if I stop a minute
You'll ask me to lose
With my sides in a vice, I'm concise and contrived
And my imperfections run to me
And there′s flies in a pile, where my hopes go to die
Hear my plier plucked insecurities
You′re looking Godly next to me,
Pull and set us free
When you clap, I do it
I can step right to it
When you ask me to move you
When you clap, I do it
But if I stop a minute
You'll ask me to lose
I was born
In love everything
Exhausted empathy
I got bored
Theres a truth in apathy
Isolated entropy
Let′s get bored
Let's get born
And feed the sickle down our throats
When you clap, I do it
I can step right to it
When you ask me to move you
And when you clap, I do it
But if I stop a minute
You′ll ask me to lose
When you clap, I do it
I can step right to it
When you ask me to move you
And when you clap, I do it
But if I stop a minute
You'll ask me to lose
I′ve conceived and achieved, and I'm bleached and I′m clean
And I eat the spleen fed back to me
And I gleam and succeed in-between white sheets
In a dream where I lie next to me
I could bleed out
Emphysema
Got both feet in a swollen fever
Hear no evil
See no evil
But I can speak
And bleat for you
When you clap, I do it
I can step right to it
When you ask me to move you
When you clap, I do it
But if I stop a minute
You'll ask me to lose
With my sides in a vice, I'm concise and contrived
And my imperfections run to me
And there′s flies in a pile, where my hopes go to die
Hear my plier plucked insecurities
You′re looking Godly next to me,
Pull and set us free
When you clap, I do it
I can step right to it
When you ask me to move you
When you clap, I do it
But if I stop a minute
You'll ask me to lose
I was born
In love everything
Exhausted empathy
I got bored
Theres a truth in apathy
Isolated entropy
Let′s get bored
Let's get born
And feed the sickle down our throats
When you clap, I do it
I can step right to it
When you ask me to move you
And when you clap, I do it
But if I stop a minute
You′ll ask me to lose
When you clap, I do it
I can step right to it
When you ask me to move you
And when you clap, I do it
But if I stop a minute
You'll ask me to lose
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