Black Hand

Black hand Black hand 
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The hand of a man 
That strikes in the dark 
The face of that man 
You'll never love. 
Black hand 
Black hand 
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 
Black hand Black hand 
Black hand Black hand 
Black hand Black hand 
Black hand Black hand 
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Black hand 
Black hand 
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 
name.