65 lyrics for "Reaching in"

If they say Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature Why, why does he do me that way Why does he do me that way Looking out Reaching out Why, why, does he do me that way (That way) Why why Across the nighttime
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He hung on the windswept world tree Whose roots no one knows For nine whole days he hung there pierced By Gugnir, his spear Swimming in pain he peered into the depths And cried out in agony Reaching out he grasped the runes Before falling back from the
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When they try to take us down This is what we'll be, oh glory This is how we'll dance when This is how we'll sing oh This is how we'll stand when When they burn our houses down Reaching as I sink down into light (To light) What a shame we all became such
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from
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Searching out Reaching in Where I began With the sun in place There's a test of faith Streams of thought awaken New realities Singularities
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They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I love it though Uh put your hands to the constellations I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nigga did a lot of waiting We ain't married
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Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from
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Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have
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Here we are Out here me and you Reaching out each other Is all that we can do Trying not to fall There's no need to worry Love will conquer all Here we stand Do you really want to know
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