Intro
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I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth
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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
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I cannot get you close enough
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A hundred arms, a hundred years
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You can always find me here
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And, Lord, don't let me break this
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Let me hold it lightly
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Give me arms to pray with
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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
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I cannot get you close enough
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A hundred arms, a hundred years
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You can always find me here
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And, Lord, don't let me break this
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Let me hold it lightly
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Give me arms to pray with
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Instead of ones that hold too tightly
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And then it's just too much
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The streets, they still run with blood
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A hundred arms, a hundred years
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You can always find me here
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And, Lord, don't let me break this
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Let me hold it lightly
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Give me arms to pray with
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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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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 bleed 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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And 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
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The streets, they still run with blood
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A hundred arms, a hundred years
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You can always find me here
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And, Lord, don't let me break this
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Let me hold it lightly
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Give me arms to pray with
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Instead of ones that hold too tightly
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