Painter's Hands
Lyrics Pieta Brown

Written by: Pieta Brown

Produced by: Pieta Brown, Bo Ramsey

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If I could do this for you I would
I would raise this country to your lips
And give you a painter's hands

Oh you, the lines on my brow
You, the shadows under my eyes
Always we watched the world going blind
Our country such a mess
And our history a stray

This stray has its head in my lap
And I have nothing to give you
Just my eagerness to please you
And an open bitterness
For your hands without a paintbrush

I think I will always see your face
That look of fear that calms me
But I can't seem to protect you
Even though I try
This stray that will never leave me

And I have nothing to give you
Just my eagerness to please you
And an open bitterness
For your hands without a paintbrush
For your hands without a paintbrush

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