25 lyrics for "Reaching out"

I've taken the breath out of everything they believe I've collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart Sucked the life out of this, for all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to see Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort No one gets the
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Vengeance in my eyes Make a change Flying high on blackened wings Colder than steel instantly real A new power flows through me Reaching out for something Knowing that it's there, somewhere All I had was
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Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical Will you fear these empty fairytales Or will you believe them? Come in, all of the cold
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Oil on water They lie together, oh Someone's daughter And they lie upon her, oh So her fingers ran away with themselves 'Till everything was documented Our mind it was reaching out To put into words what their bodies had done It's a catalogue of modern
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Yesterday is dead and gone Shaking the cage Heed our war cry Let there be no doubt This is reckoning day Rattling the chains We want out We are standing in the flames Reaching for the sky
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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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I keep reaching out for you Reaching out for you Nothing more to say Nothing left to break Nothing more to give Nothing left to take As you turn away Hoping you might stay As you turn away,
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He's the shining and the light without whom I cannot see Insurrection, he is spite, he's the force that made me be Nostro dis pater, nostr' alma mater We're standing here by the abyss and the world is in flames Two star-crossed lovers reaching out to the
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Clear out of this world After waiting so long for the right time After reaching so long for a star All at once from a long and lonely night time And despite time, here you are I cry, out of this world If you said we were through So let me fly out of this
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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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