Intro
C Em
[Verse 1]
C C
Swift and sharp, a light in the dark
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formed singularly was I to be
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Of wood and steel, to heft, to heel
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and through the fire was their desire
[Chorus]
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Those hands, the hands that made me what I am
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And I am an instrument to them
[Verse 2]
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Oh, and I pristine and glistening
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am given forth and carried north
C C
where rivals stand, awaiting commands
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and cold am I, held tightly by
[Chorus]
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Those hands. The hands that made me what I am
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And I am an instrument to them
[Bridge]
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Oh, drums shake the ground and cries resound off hill and helm
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And so did I let forth a cry when overwhelmed
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With kin and clone, of steel and stone and oak and elm,
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Were set to task and I to ask, "Is this my realm?"
[Verse]
C C
Swift and sharp, a light in the dark,
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formed singularly. Was I to be
C C
this tool of pain? Or do I contain
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the capacity for beauty by
[Chorus]
Dm Dm C C
those hands? The hands that make me what I am
Dm Dm G G C
and I am an instrument to them