Trustful Hands

We are sentimental animals
 We are undercover criminals
 We were meant to make a thing or two
 Meant to break the laws of gravity
 Too, oh
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 Hold on
 Go slow
 Lights out
 Let go
 Stay put
 At ease
 Breathe out
 Then in
 Oh no, no, no
 There comes chaos
 Reach out
 Like me
 Easily
 Sucked in
 When I dance
 In disorder
 Do I want to
 Make sense at all
 Oh no, no, no
 Not this time and
 Comes and goes, comes and goes
 Chaos is my second home
 I don't mind where I land
 As long as I'm in trustful hands
 
 We are sentimental animals
 We are undecover criminal
 We were meant to make a thing or two
 Meant to break the laws of gravity
 Too oh
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 Burn bridges
 Lose ground
 Bite the dust
 Where's order
 When it's needed
 Do I want to
 Make some at all
 No, no, no, no
 There comes chaos
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 No, no, no, no
 Not this time