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"...So when the big hand holds up all of your favorite things,
And with a touch like glass starts to squeeze,
You don't ask "Why me?",
You just slip to the floor,
You just slip to your knees,
But when the big hand speaks,
It's like fireworks and heaven,
So you listen don't think,
And wish for nothing at all,
And when the big hand sings,
It's like fireworks and friends,
Leaving alone,
I'm not leaving alone,
Leaving alone never leaving alone,
I'll never leave alone again... "
