| Welcome to the fracture
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| Here in the the land of broken things
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| We burned our history lessons
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| In the fire of childhood kings
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| When we run out of ammunition
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| When we exhaust our last defense
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| And we go from screams to whispers
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| This might all make more sense
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| We’ve finally disconnected
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| We are unemotional
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| And the anthems we are singing
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| Don’t mean anything at all
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| We’re afraid of our conclusions
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| What we love will kill us first
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| And the way to tell the difference
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| From what we hate only makes things worse
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| Put your arms around me
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| Put your arms around me now
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| Put your arms around me
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| Put your arms around me now
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| We are objects without motion
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| Set this way by force
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| When our broken hearts gives bad ideas
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| It caused the great divorce
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| We found suburbi-anderthal
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| In it’s natural state
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| It acts and looks just like us all
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| But we still don’t relate
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| Rolling windows up in neighborhoods
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| We drive through in our cars
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| Most days we can avoid them
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| So things will stay the way they are
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| Put your arms around me
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| Put your arms around me now
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| Put your arms around me
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| Put your arms around me now
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| I can hear the sounds of violins
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| In every word you breathe
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| And the worst of what’s become of you
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| Is what’s become of me
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| I can feel your hands are shaking
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| While you reach into the night
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| Don’t let go
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| I’ll hold on tight
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| Put your arms around me
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| Put your arms around me now
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| Put your arms around me
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| Put your arms around me now |