Sixpence None The Richer

Sixpence None The Richer - Dizzy songtekst

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I'm like Thomas doubting fingers 

running the scars Your wrists and side 

touching flesh will make my mind believe 



I want to be like David throwing his clothes to the wind 

to dance a jig, in my skin 

to be re-made by your cleansing again 





I gave you myself 

it's all that I have 

broken and frail 

I'm clay in your hands 

and spinning I can see all 

is it only Israel 

for you my love 



I want to be like David throwing his clothes to the wind 

to dance a jig, in my skin 

to be re-made by your cleansing again
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