Black Hand - New Trolls

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The hand of a man

That strikes in the dark

The face of that man

You’ll never love

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If you’re like a tree in the desert

But

That tree has gone

And now

Someone is trying

To dig the root

That has spreading wide

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We came

From the States to the world

Thinking

That the reason was there

But a hand

That hides in the dark

Strikes again

And leaves no

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