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Out of My Hands (Bedlam Remix)

from Unbecoming by Jessica Grace

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For constant reassurance
She’d never tire of the words
She’d get pissed off, mind
From being ignored
No gleaming eyes
No look of love inside this cold heart
It’s the end of the world

Don’t think of resolution/revolution
It’s out of my hands
Don’t think elucidation/vindication
It’s out of my hands
Don’t think of repulsion/revulsion
Cause we’ll all go there
Think Annihilation/illumination
It’s all in his hands
All in his hands

It’s like we never met
Glazed over all the impurities
And fed on the thoughts of each other
He’s learned his lesson well
But they all do after a session with me
It’s the end of the world

It’s like a pay per view but you view all the time
What happens if you don’t like what you see?
I have a mountain of salt for every pinch I took
But if the food is bland don’t blame the cook
Blame yourself

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from Unbecoming, released January 1, 2002
Remix by Pat Gardiner

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Jessica Grace Oxford, UK

Raised by wolves in the heart of England, Sniff Sniff used her experience in the wilderness to hunt for nuts and berries. At that point she founded Jessica Grace, using excess berries to fuel the upload of the songs and wolf spit to power her laptop.

Her more recent work is a mixture of synth pop, acoustic lyrical folk, alternative and indie-ish.
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