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
—”Trembling Hands” by The Temper Trap

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