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These hands of mine
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I look now at these hands of mine
They show me my history way back in time.
They've grown so big after all these years
Stained with sweat and so many tears.
Just look at these scars that cover my skin
Only hinting at the pain held within.
My palms are so calloused and rough
From years of hard work and acting so tough.
My knuckles are large and hard as stone
A reminder of all the punches I have thrown.
You see my face and you think I'm fine
But there's so much hate in these hands of mine.
They show me my history way back in time.
They've grown so big after all these years
Stained with sweat and so many tears.
Just look at these scars that cover my skin
Only hinting at the pain held within.
My palms are so calloused and rough
From years of hard work and acting so tough.
My knuckles are large and hard as stone
A reminder of all the punches I have thrown.
You see my face and you think I'm fine
But there's so much hate in these hands of mine.
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