These Hands

I see a man in the alley
 Hood hiding heaps of grief
 These supple hands are trembling
 Coat tails pass in the breeze
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 I smell the fear in the alley
 Hood hiding heirlooms of class
 These tired hands are steady
 My fate is tied to the mast
 Every time I see you, I am not myself
 I am acting, smiling, I'm not one of them
 Will I teach my children how horrendous it feels
 To draw the line between skins?
 Ooh
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 I hear my name in the alley
 Shouts flicker morse with the lights
 Shots fire for no reason
 Ghosts with their palms open wide
 Every time I see you, I am not myself
 I am acting, smiling, I'm not one of them
 Will I teach my children how horrendous it feels
 To draw the line between skins?
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 Dime
 I
 See
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 I drop a dime in the alley
 Glimmers to bring him the news
 These steady hands are trying
 Though they've done nothing for you