Handyman (Acoustic)

I'm a sinner I will consider
 I am my father's son
 I'm a sinner I must consider
 I've never owned a gun
 I'm a sinner, seasoned beginner
 I'm lucky to be alive
 I'm a sinner, finished my dinner
 Now I can go outside
 If only yesterday
 Took place tomorrow
 I'd pray for sleep
 And wake you and lift your head
 So I can fix your hand
 I'll be your handyman (handyman)
 I'm not brittle I'm just a little
 Scared of your temperament
 I'm not brittle I'm just a little
 Scared of my government
 I'm not brittle Head hurts a little
 Staring up overhead
 I'm not brittle I'm just a riddle
 Born of white, blue and red
 If only yesterday
 Took place tomorrow
 I pray for sleep
 And wake you and lift your head
 So I can fix your hand
 I'll be your handyman (handyman)
 
 Do, do, do, do
 Do, do, do, do
 Do, do, do, do
 Do, do, do, do
 If only yesterday
 Took place tomorrow
 I pray for sleep
 And wake you and lift your head
 So I can fix your hand
 I'll be your handyman
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 Handyman
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 Handyman
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 Handyman
 Your handyman