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Florence + the Machine - 100 YEARS (Lyrics)

#HighAsHope by Florence+theMachine #HighAsHope #Lyrics Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/4MuoE4... 100 YEARS Lyrics: I believe in you and in our hearts we know the truth, and I believe in love and the darker it gets, the more I do Try and fill us with your hate and we will shine a light And the days will become endless and never, and never turn to night And never, and never turn to night Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly We have no need to fight We raise our voices and let our hearts take flight Get higher than those planes can fly Where the stars do not take sides Then it's just too much, I cannot get you close enough A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly I let him sleep, and as he does My held breath fills the room with love It hurts in ways I can't describe My heart bends and breaks so many, many times And is born again with each sunrise And is born again with each sunrise Funerals were held all over the city The youth bleeding in the square And women raged as old men fumbled and cried We're sorry, we thought you didn't care, oh And how does it feel now you've scratched that itch? How does it feel? Pulled out all your stitches Hubris is a bitch A hundred arms, a hundred years A hundred arms, a hundred years And then it's just too much, the streets, they still run with blood A hundred arms, a hundred years, you can always find me here And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold it lightly Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly Oh, oh, oh

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