Out of My Hands Songtext
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Out of My Hands Songtext
There′s a trial on your face
With no sign of fading
Jury's out for a while
And today
No ones cares how loud your pleading
I don′t know what it is
But something's trying to take control
I don't know why it is
But this no longer feels like home
Stop making fists for fighting ghosts
It′s out of my hands
The precious time we could never get a hold of
It′s out of my hands
The endless signs we let go of to break the trend
It's out of my hands
The loaded dice we could never make use of
It′s out of my hands
And very much in yours
Forget and forgive
Fold back corners
Never lose track of who you're with
And don′t let anything cursed come back
I don't know what it is
But something′s trying to take control
I don't know why it is
But this no longer feels like home
Stop making fists for fighting ghosts
Stop making fists for fighting ghosts
It's out of my hands
The precious time we could never get a hold of
It′s out of my hands
The endless signs we let go of to break the trend
It′s out of my hands
The loaded dice we could never make use of
It's out of my hands
And very much in yours
You′re welcome to try and keep your grip
Just don't complain when you fail to fit
Out of my hands
Out of my hands, once more
Out of my hands
Out of my hands, once more
Out of my hands
Out of my hands, once more
Out of my hands
Out of my hands, once more
Once more
With no sign of fading
Jury's out for a while
And today
No ones cares how loud your pleading
I don′t know what it is
But something's trying to take control
I don't know why it is
But this no longer feels like home
Stop making fists for fighting ghosts
It′s out of my hands
The precious time we could never get a hold of
It′s out of my hands
The endless signs we let go of to break the trend
It's out of my hands
The loaded dice we could never make use of
It′s out of my hands
And very much in yours
Forget and forgive
Fold back corners
Never lose track of who you're with
And don′t let anything cursed come back
I don't know what it is
But something′s trying to take control
I don't know why it is
But this no longer feels like home
Stop making fists for fighting ghosts
Stop making fists for fighting ghosts
It's out of my hands
The precious time we could never get a hold of
It′s out of my hands
The endless signs we let go of to break the trend
It′s out of my hands
The loaded dice we could never make use of
It's out of my hands
And very much in yours
You′re welcome to try and keep your grip
Just don't complain when you fail to fit
Out of my hands
Out of my hands, once more
Out of my hands
Out of my hands, once more
Out of my hands
Out of my hands, once more
Out of my hands
Out of my hands, once more
Once more
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