17 lyrics for "My hands to myself"

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,
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Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,
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I'm there in the water Still looking for ya Can't you see, can't you see If I was not myself And you were someone else I'd say so much to you And I would tell the truth Cause I can hardly breathe When your hands let go of me
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Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,
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Fluffy clouds Jumping rainbows Alcohol on my hands I got plans To ditch myself and get outside Dancing women Throwing plates Decapitating their laughing dates Swirling chickens caught in flight
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And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky I see friends shakin' hands, sayin' "How do you do?" They're really saying, "I love you" I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you I
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A giant bright eagle has come On me and taken away my universe I find myself in trouble now I put my soul in irresponsible hands Exhausted I no longer try to reveal myself And I no longer want to free my soul But I must not forget all what I did for us
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And I think to myself, what a wonderful world The colors of a rainbow so pretty in the sky I see friends shaking hands sayin' how do you do I hear babies cry, I watch them grow And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see trees of green, red roses
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Were you there? The sky is falling on me As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere Do you feel the thorns? Do you see the tears? Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war? Have you forsaken us?
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Make out on the dance floor, take it too far Out the back door, leave an open tab When you look like that? And tell me how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself When you're making my mind wander somewhere else? It's on a one-way track when you look
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