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Okkervil River Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene A

beam Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the scene? I wanted to smile like a glistening shot of a kiss That's as sharp as a knife, the day expires

s beam Oh, oh Is there a hand to take hold of the scene? I wanted to smile like a glistening shot of a kiss that's as sharp as a knife The day expires