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Palms - text

These hands,
The story I could tell with these hands,
Everything that I've done,
Don't be told by trace and fingertips down my palms,
Like you are right now, right now.

I open up my palms to you,
So I can let you in,
This window to my soul,
That I wear on my skin.
Open up my palms for you,
So I can let you in,
This window to my soul,
That I wear on my skin.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,
They are an open book,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,
They open up for you.

These hands,
The glory I've held with these hands,
Every war that I've won,
I fought them so I could lay in bed in your arms,
With no fear of no one.

I open up my palms to you,
So I can let you in,
This window to my soul,
That I wear on my skin.
Open up my palms for you,
So I can let you in,
This window to my soul,
That I wear on my skin.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,
They are an open book,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,
They open up for you.

They are an open book,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh,
They open up for you.
Everything of these heights left is mine,
Each breath, every break they have.
Everything of these heights left is mine,
Each breath, every break they have.

I open up my palms to you,
So I can let you in,
This window to my soul,
That I wear on my skin.
Said I open up my palms for you,
So I can let you in,
This window to my soul,
That I wear on my skin.

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,
They are an open book,
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh,
They open up for you.

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