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Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park |
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Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark? |
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It's so cold, it's so cold |
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It's so cold, it's so cold |
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Written up in marker on a factory sign |
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I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine It's so cold, it's so cold |
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It's so cold, it's so cold |
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See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart Fire from my belly and the beat from my heart |
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Still I won't let go |
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Still I won't let go |
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You |
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Ooohooh |
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Cause you do |
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Oh you, use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven |
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On every street, every car, every surface are names |
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And at the streets arise, i'll be rather insane |
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Don't let them take control |
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No we won't let take control ] |
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Yes, I feel a little bit nervous, Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax, How come they're out to get us? |
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How come they're out when they don't know the facts? |
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So on concrete canvas under cover of dark |
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Concrete canvas, I'll go making my mark |
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Armed with a spray can soul |
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I'll be armed with a spray can soul |
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You Ooohooh |
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Oh, you Ooohooh |
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Yes, you |
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You use your heart as a weapon |
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And it hurts like heaven |
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Woho-ooh |
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Woho-oooh |
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It's true |
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When you |
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Use your heart as a weapon |
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It hurts like heaven. |
