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We are broken, we are young We show the colors of our hearts strung out on our sleeves With bodies that cling to our own uncertainties And innocence is all we’d know And innocence is how we’d grow and it’s how we’d grow old And we won’t die alone, no We are broken, we are young We show the colors of our hearts strung out on our sleeves With bodies that cling to our own uncertainties My mind is fickle—I’m a mess But for you I’d do my best I’d hold your umbrella for you in the rain And kiss you where it hurts so you never feel the pain From Letras Mania