Letra What These Hands Have Grown de Waxwing

Letra de What These Hands Have Grown

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What These Hands Have Grown
Waxwing
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Blessed am I to sit here today
Taking this time to carve out a place
Where I may find some rest and give others solace
To remind and remember, what can't be bought with dollars
From your pockets. Not everything
It's something I should remember
Treasure It it's all you own
Treasure It it's all that's your own
Food costs money and kids gotta eat something
If a farmers work is honest the contribution won't be unnoticed
I wish I were a Farmer
To be satisfied with what these hands have grown
No food of mine sits in the bellies of others
Instead this strange secret twisting which each only knows


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