and both our hands are filthy
and both our hands are filthy stories
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this is youth in my eyes ma dude

and both our hands are filthy

pointing up at the moon

and tonight, i'll hold you close

close enough to bruise

hope a garden grows

where we dance this afternoon

hope our children walk by spring

when flowers bloom

hope they'll see my colour

know that i've enjoyed sunshine

pray they'll get to see me with her

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