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my hands are open, my soul is on fireand i'm walking my way back to youcut from a landscape, so bold and abrasivei played down canal for my foodi sucked in the air, and i spit it back outas a fever unwound in my chestmy hands are open, my soul is on fireand i'm walking, i'm walking, i'm walking,i'm walking, i'mi play to the waters. where some mothers daughtersare itching their gypsy feet rawthe band plays behind me, we march into libertysomething inside of me turnsmaddened to silence, i'm blowing out violenceit's spilling all over my shirti'm goin' down as the crowd gathers aroundbut i'm walking, i'm walkingi'm walking, i'm walking, i'mLetras de cancionesi'm wired to the sidewalk againlover now my hands are blisteredi'm soaked in nothing but winewhen i float to the surfacei'll find out your purposeand hunt down your cellophane eyes From Letras Mania