The Temper Trap - Trembling Hands Lyrics
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Trembling Hands
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What Are The Lyrics For Trembling Hands By The Temper Trap?
Turning the ground
I once used to know People are strangers Same as before Streets look familiar I remember the park Where I buried my head So deep in my hands All around me was dark This here city Has fall along with me once Won't find no angels Sell a map to the lost This here place Is too small for two It took one to realize When dreaming's this hard It's not meant to come true So throw me a line Somebody out there help me I'm on my own I'm on my own Throw me a line Afraid that I have come here To win you again With trembling hands Passing the days Looking over the buildings Time seems to stop While the millions keep moving Now here I am I'm a drop in your ocean Noise in the crowd Pushing through your halls of reason So throw me a line Somebody out there help me I'm on my own I'm on my own Throw me a line Afraid that I have come here To win you again With trembling hands Hear me now make me whole, whole Hear me now make me whole, whole So throw me a line Somebody out there help me I'm on my own I'm on my own Throw me a line Afraid that I have come here To win you again With trembling hands Trembling hands There goes the ending It left me in the war But I tried everything yeah I'm done with my part |
Who Wrote Trembling Hands By The Temper Trap?
Tobias James Dundas, Joseph Greer, Abby Mandagi, Lorenzo Sillitto
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What's The Duration Of The Trembling Hands By The Temper Trap?The duration of Trembling Hands is 4:40 minutes and seconds. |
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