A figure made of clay
I think about the things I lost
The things I gave away
And when I’m in a certain mood
I search the halls and look
One night I found these magic words
In a magic book
Throw it away
Throw it away
Give your love, live your life
Each and every day
And keep your hands wide open
Let the sun shine through
‘Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you
There’s a hand to rock the cradle
There’s a hand to help us stand
With a gentle kind of motion
As it moves across this land
And to hands unclenched and open
Gifts of life and love it brings
So keep your hands wide open
If you’re needing anything
Throw it away
Throw it away
Give your love, live your life
Each and every day
And keep your hands wide open
Let the sun shine through
‘Cause you can never lose a thing
If it belongs to you
-Fiction Family
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