Must Know
That I don't usually feel this way
That I don't usually open my soul like this That I don't usually say this much about myself as I'm about to... And also, Knowing what I'm sure you already know You must know That I'll fight for us You I could list them, write their names or maybe describe them Put them all on a wall using different kinds of paint Decorate these memories and display them on the street So all would know them, recognize them Because I could make a composition of the ones that gave up the ones that never felt like trying harder or getting themselves involved. Such a proud production, filled with such fancy stories, I have them all, and I could wash the sky with their names This weird artist, expressing her feelings of frustration and disappointment for her lovers, her story tales, her boxes and frames facing in a second, one different perspective one that, without knowing, is using his heart as a weapon ...hurting me with so much love ...so much love One that seems so different from the rest One that does not belong to this master piece... of the ones that gave up... that didn't try One that tonight, won't please me by walking away, but might be gone so soon. I think I'm ready, to get rid of this well known way of living and surrender to a different kind of love one that's true and pure one that won't be displayed on that wall of deserters. All of them... But you. P.S.: You can't blame me for deserving this. Lyrics by Coldplay 'Do you ever get the feeling that you're missing the mark?' It's so cold, it's so cold It's so cold, it's so cold Written up in marker on a factory sign 'I struggle with the feeling that my life isn't mine' It's so cold, it's so cold It's so cold, it's so cold See the arrow that they shot, trying to tear us apart Take the fire from my belly and the beat from my heart Still I won't let go Still I won't let go You Ooohooh 'Cause you do Oh you use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven On every street every car every surface a name Tonight the streets are ours And we’re writing and saying Don't let them take control No we won't let them take control Yes, I feel a little bit nervous, Yes, I feel nervous and I cannot relax, How come they're out to get us? How come they're out when they don't know the facts? So on concrete canvas under cover of dark On concrete canvas, I'll go making my mark Armed with a spray can soul I'll be armed with a spray can soul You Ooohooh Oh, you Ooohooh Yes, you You use your heart as a weapon And it hurts like heaven Woho-ooh Woho-oooh It's true When you Use your heart as a weapon It hurts like heaven
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