Hurts Like Heaven

do you ever get the feeling that your bridging apart
do you ever get the feeling that your missing the mark

so cold so cold
so cold so cold

(something something) factory sign
(something something) my life is line

so cold so cold
so cold so cold

see the hour and shot tryna tear us apart
fire from the belly and the view from the heart
still i wont let go
still i wont let go

yooooooou
ooooooh
you

oh you use your heart as a weapon
and it hurts like heaven

streets and cars and a pavement of saints
and now the streets are rising (something)
dont let em take control
no we wont let em take control

yes i feel a little bit nervous
yes i feel nervous and i cant relax
im coming round to (get this?)
im coming round when they dont know the facts

so im concrete cameras and glow in the dark
concrete cameras ima making the mark

armed with the spray can soul
im down with the spray can soul

yoooooooooou
oooooooooh
oh yoooooooou
oooooooooh

yes you use your heart as a weapon
and it hurts like heaven

wooahh a oh
wooahh a oh

its true
when you use your heart as a weapon
and it hurts like

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