| I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth, and
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| 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 it 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 it 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 it 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, oh
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| And how does it feel now you’ve scratched 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 bitch
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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 it lightly
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| Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
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| Oh, oh, oh |