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AUGUST 2006

> IN YOUR HANDS | david morison

Everything I touch
Turns to shit
Everything you touch
Turns to gold at finger tips
Scratch my skin
Make me sin
So delicate
When you let me kiss them
               My whole life
                  Is in your hands
                    It's in your hands
                      My entire life
                        Is in your hands
Everything I have
Falls away
And I'm always left with
What I started with today
A bruised ego
A deflated id
And I never know
Which way to go from here
               My whole life is in your hands

> BIOGRAPHY | about the author

He plays the guitar.