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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, so cold
It's so cold, 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, so cold
It's so cold, so cold

See the arrow they shot, tryin' to tear us apart
Til 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
Yes you do

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

On every street, every car, every surface are names,
And now the streets arise, and we're writin' the same,
Don't let them take control
No we won't let'em 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 a concrete canvas under cover of dark
On a concrete canvas I go making my mark
Armed with the spray can soul
I'll be armed with the spray can soul
You, ooohooh
Oh, you
Ooohooh

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

Wooh ooh
Woohoaho
It's true
When you use your heart as a weapon
And it hurts like heaven

And it hurts like heaven