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Please listen with stereo! I started out thinking "Beatles" but definitely cribbed from the They Might Be Giants playbook.

2xDMG Game Boy/LSDJ 3.4.7
Organ sounds from my Casio MT-100
Vocals from my throat
Story from my own true experience
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Lyrics:

The sound of one hand
Waving goodbye
To the other,
Smothered in a handshake
The weight of the world
The way that the road
meets the rubber
Can't be covered by a Band-Aid

Everything's fine, it couldn't have happened in a better place
A moment ago, I could still read the expression on your face

The sound of your blood
Rushing away from your body
Man, you're gonna need some stitches
The feeling of pain
It's not really there at the moment
It's just lying in the ditches

Pressing the buttons, pressing the napkins down
Pretend that it's nothing, pretend you still like this town

Hand
Hand

The sound of one hand
Waving goodbye
To the other,
Always taking it for granted
You're probably fine
You're probably just in denial
Cause you're feeling empty-handed

Hand
Hand

Nothing is perfect
Nothing stays perfect forever
And you think you understand now
Where are the sirens?
Time has turned into a circle
And it's printed on your hand now

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