LYRIC
The pure weight of gold
Hits the southern land all alone
Friends with thoughts that frame
Our river of gold
In the flash, I start
Fix my building home [Verse 2] On my feet again
The blue weight of coal
Stares at thoughts of plagues all alone [Pre-Chorus] Their seedless taste
Of courage and place [Chorus] Open hands go on your way
Open hands go on your way
Standing beneath it
The dusk is forgiveness
Open hands go on your way [Pre-Chorus] Their seedless taste
Of courage and place [Chorus] Open hands goon your way
Open hands go on your way
Standing beneath it
Our tusk
Open hands go on your way
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