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The left hand is |
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We always say |
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The demon devil's side |
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The left had does |
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The dirty work |
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The shameful things |
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You hide |
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Judas kissed the left cheek of christ |
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It's satan's special mark |
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There were no left-footed animals |
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Allowed on noah's ark |
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Left-handed people are impure |
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They go against the grain |
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Left-handed children |
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Play with themselves |
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And drive themselves insane |
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I was born left-handed |
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But the nuns where i went to school |
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They said it wasn't right so they |
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Broke me of it |
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And now i'm right-handed |
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Just like i'm supposed to be |
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And now |
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I'm fine |
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I'm just fine |
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Really |
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Really |
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But sometimes |
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I get so low so low |
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Sometimes |
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I get so depressed |
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As though i lost |
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A part of me that loved me |
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The part that knew me best |
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The child in me that cried |
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To be cherished |
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The side of me |
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That tried to be my friend |
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In the heart of me was living |
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And loving |
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But it perished |
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And i'll never be |
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Completely me again |
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My right had fills the china teacups |
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And needlepoints with old maid aunts |
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My right hand clings to rosary beads |
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And waters dying plants |
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But it's never painted a picture |
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Nor has it run for president |
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My left hand |
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Might have done these things |
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If its roots |
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Had not been bent |
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A sculptor |
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A poet |
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It might have been |
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Instead of a useless thing |
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To decorate with bangles and bracelets |
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And my mother's wedding ring |
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Something |
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It might have accomplished |
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Or nothing |
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But now i'll never know |
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Oh |
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My lost |
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My left |
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My natural hand |
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My god |
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I miss you so |
