| Take me back to that happy time
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| When gunshots seemed like fireworks to me
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| How could it be?
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| Take me back to that happy place
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| A race was just a playground game to me
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| Was it a dream?
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| Life’s not story time
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| But I won’t live afraid to die, will you?
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| Put your hands up, your hands up
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| Let your heart break the handcuffs
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| Put your hands up, your hands up
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| Let your heart break the handcuffs
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| I can’t go back, though I’ve tried
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| To erase the sounds of sirens in my sleep
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| How could it be?
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| And the TV screens growing wider
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| Showing me a world I can’t have, oh-oh
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| Is this a dream?
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| Life’s not story time
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| But I won’t live afraid to die, will you?
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| Put your hands up, your hands up
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| Let your heart break the handcuffs
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| Put your hands up, your hands up
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| Let your heart break the handcuffs
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| Mm, mm, mm, mm
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| (Let your heart break the handcuffs)
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| Mm, mm, mm, mm
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| (Let your heart break the handcuffs)
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| Put your hands up, your hands up (Mm, mm)
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| Let your heart break the handcuffs (Mm)
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| Put your hands up, your hands up (Mm, mm)
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| Let your heart break the handcuffs (Mm) |