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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