60 lyrics for "Use your hands"
'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I
Play'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I
PlayThe falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my
Play'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I
PlayRight in front of me 'Cause if it breaks, she may not come again I've been sittin', waitin' for your love, and all the time it's been here Words, be gentle when you speak into her heart Hands, don't let her go, 'cause then the midnight icy winds will
PlayThe falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my
Play'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I
PlayThis is the final calling, feeding us apathy Bow down and serve your master - the new machine Refuse to kneel Wallowing and choking on this force fed sanity Back from the dead, this is the final calling Hands grip the throat of the system Against the
PlaySacrifice all your fear Don't lose focus Because we are halfway there Inception of the end We start this fire The way we always do Hands are shaking
PlayThe falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all my
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