The Right Hand

They're closing up here today
And all the people said
Come on I saw that one
Oh no
It makes sense to say
Yeah now they complain

And then she gets in the way
He doesn't see that
What you want to be
Is so-ooh
Much more than we need
What I say say plea

And
It's too bad
There's no guide
No planed escape
Its just one
Her nowhere
His hand out
Wants you to say

While the man stands and waits
Outside out of mind ...
Who pay its no oh
Fall to "o"
They drift down alone

What was the first stank
Was it the time and place for decisions
Made now
Out the collectors they phone
The primal stone and mahone...

And
It's too bad
There's no guide
No planed escape
Its just one
Her nowhere
His hand out
Wants you to say



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Vockins, Julian Tepper, Max Tepper
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