Somethin' filled up
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my heart with nothin',
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someone told me not to cry.
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But now that I'm older,
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my heart's colder,
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and I can see that it's a lie.
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Children wake up,
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hold your mistake up,
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before they turn the summer into dust.
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If the children don't grow up,
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our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
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We're just a million little gods causin' rain storms turnin' every good thing to
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rust.
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I guess we'll just have to adjust.
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With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
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I can see where I am goin' to be
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when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.
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With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
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I can see where I am goin’
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With my lightnin' bolts a glowin'
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I can see where I am, go-go, where I am
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You'd better look out below
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Wake Up
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| The Arcade Fire |
