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Slip Through My Hands - text

Mother, mother
I can't take another
Moment here the way that it is
Heartache, heartache
It's a fear I can't shake
It heals, and then it's broken again

The things I love seem to slip through my hands
Like a big red balloon or grain of sand
I see the future through the eyes of the past
Still I somehow want to make this last

They say the darkest hour
Is just before a flower
Opens ti the light of the sun
You're mt reason
My softly changing season
Tell me I'm the only one

[Chorus]

All my life, I've been fooling myself
Trying to make the wrong things right
Like a bird against the cold hard wind
Trying to find the end of the night

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