100 lyrics for "Of your hand"
Take these broken wings (Until the end of time) So I can fly away, till the end of time Until the end of time I need your hands to come and heal me once again You gotta learn to fly and learn to live so free Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
PlayThe one, the one that really matters The one that really cares The one, when your whole world is shattered Snap your fingers and I'll be there I know your mind like the back of my hand A race that I ran before Are you so blind that you'd turn your back
PlayIf you're ever gonna find a silver lining It's gotta be a cloudy day, It's gotta be a cloudy day You're gonna have to stand in the rain, You gotta get a little dirt on your hands Woke up on the wrong side of rock bottom You're all out of pennies, and the
PlayWhen the sky is gray And the moon is hate I'll be down to get you. Roots of earth will shake. Sinister purpose Knockin' at your door; Come and take my hand.
PlayMe and my gang Jump on that train It's a brother and a sister kind of thing We live to ride, we ride to live Grab hold of them reins We're gonna rock this thing Cock this thing Raise up your hands if you all wanna hang with Yeah, me and my gang
PlayOh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement
PlayWith or without you And you give yourself away And you give I can't live See the stone set in your eyes See the thorn twist in your side I'll wait for you Sleight of hand and twist of fate On a bed of nails she makes me wait
PlayThere is no way back from here Pleased to meet you take my hand Pleased to meet you say your prayers But I don't care I'm fightin' for you I'm breakin' to you Lately, I've been Livin' in my head The rest of me is dead
PlayMy father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The
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