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I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth |
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And I believe in love and the darker it gets, the more I do |
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Try and fill us with your hate and we will shine a light |
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And the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night |
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And never, and never turn to night |
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Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough |
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A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here |
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And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly |
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Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly |
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We have no need to fight |
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We raise our voices and let our hearts take flight |
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Get higher than those planes can fly |
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Where the stars do not take sides |
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Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough |
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A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here |
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And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly |
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Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly |
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And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood |
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A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here |
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And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly |
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Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly |
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I let him sleep, and as he does |
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My held breath fills the room with love |
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It hurts in ways I can't describe |
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My heart bends and breaks so many, many times |
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And is born again with each sunrise |
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And is born again with each sunrise |
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Funerals were held all over the city |
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The youth bleeding in the square |
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And women raged as old men fumbled and cried |
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We're sorry, we thought you didn't care |
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And how does it feel now you can scratch that itch? |
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How does it feel? |
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Pulled out all your stitches |
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Hubris is a ***** |
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A hundred arms, a hundred years |
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A hundred arms, a hundred years |
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And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood |
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A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here |
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And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly |
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Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly |