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 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

Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park
'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


'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


Oh, you

Yes, you
You use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven


It's true
When you
Use your heart as a weapon
It hurts like heaven

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