Where is the hand for me to reach?
Where is the moral I'll never teach myself?
In all the black, in all the grief, I am redeemed
Oh, were all rotten and we're pure
And were just looking for the cure that feels like spring snow
And all we have is who we are
And where we've been got us this far, so let me go
Where is the hand for me to reach?
Where is the moral I'll never teach myself?
In all the black, in all the grief, I am redeemed
Where is the hand for me to reach?
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