| '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'
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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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| See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart
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| 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 oohooh
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| 'Cause you do
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| Oh you, use your heart as a weapon
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| 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,
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| Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax,
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| 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
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| Ooohooh
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| Oh, you
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| 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 |