Richard Thompson - Trying Lyrics
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Trying
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What Are The Lyrics For Trying By Richard Thompson?
What kind of breeze
Do you think you are? You bend me 'til I break And what kind of dance Did you drag me to? Like a Baptist, I'll moan and shake If I should fall, fall off the shelf I'm only trying to be true to myself To be true I'm trying, I'm trying I'm trying, I'm trying I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying Well, I'm trying, I'm trying I'm trying, I'm trying, I I thought I could fake forever But I was wrong I thought I could wait forever I thought I was strong Can't put on the brake forever Forever's too long You shake me 'til I don't know right from Right from wrong And what kind of house Are you building for me? The sand shifts under my feet And what kind of pill Did you slip in my tea? The bitter taste, so sweet If I should fall, fall off the shelf I'm only trying to be true to myself To be true Well, I'm trying, I'm trying I'm trying, I'm trying I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying Well, I'm trying, I'm trying I'm trying, I'm trying, I I thought I could fake forever But I was wrong I thought I could wait forever I thought I was strong Can't put on the brake forever Forever's too long You shake me 'til I don't know right from From wrong Right from wrong Right from wrong Right from wrong |
Who Wrote Trying By Richard Thompson?
Richard Thompson
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What's The Duration Of The Trying By Richard Thompson?The duration of Trying is 3:35 minutes and seconds. |
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