Hold My Hand I Feel A Chill In Here

Watch me heap up what I’ve sown
I’m made of peanuts, not of shells
God spares a quality of himself
Uniquely designed but we can’t help ourselves

So – Why, I made the face that bugs you
I won’t design conversation around you
I made the face that bugs you

Spyglass scans the field
Hold my hand, feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I’ve found myself can you find you

So – Why I’ve made the face that bugs you
I won’t design

Spyglass scanned the field
Hold my hand, still feel a chill in here
Tired of looking through you
I’ve found myself can you find you
So – Why, did I make the face
And I won’t design
I made the face
I won’t design



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41-45
Dec 7, 2012