— The grip must be delicate.
— What if I drop it?
— The steel must be part of your arm. Can you drop part of your arm? No.
— Thomas Shelby.
— My hand was blood.
— Oh, mine too.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
Iron hand (fist) in a velvet glove.
Not to let one's left hand know what one's right hand does.
If you're alone and you need a friend,
Someone to make you forget your problems,
Just come along baby
Take my hand,
I'll be your lover tonight.
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