The hand, the handThe hand, the handThe hand, the handThoughts of another fingerTyping down into a cellarThe line, the lineThe line, the lineThe line, the lineThe line, the lineThe line, the lineThe line, the lineThe line, the lineThe line, the lineA fame, a fame, a fame for nothingPile, pile of cherriesAnd oh, I shouldn't thinkLike gravityBad habitsBad habitsBad habitsBad habits
