'This is the real me,' I announced, waving my arms above my head.

My hands are shaking.

Feel my hands.

My hands are stinging.

Look at my hands!

a pair of dirty hands.

My hands and legs are swollen.

I shoved my hands into my pockets.

As you grow in my hands

My hands are cold.

My hands are tight.

My hands were numb.

Hey hold my hands.

It in my hands.

My hands are tied

My hands are tied.

My hands are shaky.

With my own hands, stabbed him.

Peter, hold my hands.

Hold my hands, Peter.

Take it with my own hands.

Especially that!

It's got my hands.

My hands are so shaky.

I can do that grossly with both of my hands, or I can do it just with two fingers on each of my hands together.

Why are you holding my hands?

Yeah and hold my hands.

Take these off my hands.

My hands aren't listening to me.

I have naturally damp hands.

The opportunity is already in my hand.

With my own lilywhite hands.

Look, my hands are empty.

They won't hold still. Why must I always fail when she needs me most?

Then you must leave with me.

My hands are not glowing.

Where's it from, Mother? Wait a minute. My hands are shaking.

My palms are itching.

Allow to cool, stirring occasionally.

She greeted him waving her hand.

'And where have my shoulders got to?

My hands are stained with paint.

My hands are stained with paint.

His life is in my hands.

He died in my arms.