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Our hands at your side, |
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And your eyes looking down, |
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A smile slowly forming, I heard not a sound. |
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The way oh, you talk with your hands. |
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I took you by your hand, into another room, |
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We talked about our fathers and lazy afternoons. |
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The way oh, you talk with your hands. |
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We spent some nights hiding in the sheets, |
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Smoking cigarettes and letting our parts meet. |
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The way oh, you talk with your hands. |
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The way, oh. |
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The way, oh. |
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The way, oh. |
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You talk with your hands. |
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Can see it in your smile, |
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That thoughts of me are fading, |
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When something in between us keeps me anticipating. |
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The way oh, you talk with your hands. |
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Your new man's coming home, and I'm left all alone, |
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He's taken my crown, and taken my thrown. |
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The way oh, you talk with your hands. |
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Now I'm left where I first saw your face, |
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Still living in the time, |
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Still living in the place. |
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The way oh, you talk with your hands. |
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The way, oh. |
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The way, oh. |
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The way, oh. |
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You talk with your hands. |
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The way, oh. |
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The way, oh. |
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The way, oh. |
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You talk with your hands. |
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The way, oh. |
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The way, oh. |
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The way, oh. |
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You talk with your hands. |