Las manos limpias

Oh when you stutter every time you talk, hey
Don’t look back
Don’t look back

Your legs are no longer but you walk just the same
Your charm is a pleasure yet an ever changing cage
It’s like I walked into a dagger, took a step back
You turned around and didn’t look back

Emily Jane White

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