Never His Hand
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Lyrics
Chorus
He never drew circles in midnight fields
Swore every time, that's not the deal
They hauled him off, and still he claimed
Those perfect turns just weren't his game
Post-Chorus
Oh oh oh, never his hand
Oh oh, he took a stand
Verse 2
Village lines hum with cigarette talk
Old boots hidden under garden stalks
Even now they're searching for a sign
But he stood firm, even at the end of the line
Pre-Chorus
No matter the prints, no matter the names
No shape in the wheat could bring him shame
Chorus
He never drew circles in midnight fields
Swore every time, that's not the deal
They hauled him off, and still he claimed
Those perfect turns just weren't his game
Post-Chorus
Oh oh oh, never his hand
Oh oh, he took a stand
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