Tom: F#m
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[Verse 1]
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I was given these hands; I can make a fist with them
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But can't understand how to get a grip with all these
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People around; nothing seems to stick with them
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They're getting me down, and I pin them insensitive
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When they ask me to lend them a hand
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I put it out but then they turn my hand down
[Chorus]
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Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
A
My empty, empty hands, hands
[Verse 2]
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I was given this heart; I help with it stopping
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But I can't help it start, start by just agreeing with the
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People at large; are they so unappealing?
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No, they're just not that smart, and sometimes it's endearing
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But not when I ask them to lend me a hand
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And they just look down at me like I'm some hand-me-down gown
[Chorus]
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Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
A
My empty, empty hands
[Bridge]
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I was given these eyes; I can't see the truth
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But I can feel all the lies, falling through the roof
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They're making piles and piles, and after I deduce
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I'd say that lies are in style, so it's safe to assume
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That if I ask just if you'd care to lend me a hand
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You might just say that you do, but really not give a damn, damn, damn, a damn
[Outro]
A E
Oh, why do I take these things around my little empty
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Why do I take these things around my little empty
A E A
Why do I take these things around my little empty hands, hands?
A
My empty, empty hands, hands
A
My empty, empty hands
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Yeah...
A E A
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