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There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles |
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She came |
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There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee |
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She came |
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Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago |
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She came |
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Blood on the rise, it's following me |
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Think about the break of day |
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She came and then she drove away |
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Sunlight in her hair |
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She came |
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Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness |
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She came |
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Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh |
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She came |
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Yeah the river runs red down the legs of the city |
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She came |
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The women are crying rivers of weepin' |
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She came into town and then she drove away |
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Sunlight in her hair |
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Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding |
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Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind |
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Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven |
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Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice |
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Blood in my love in the terrible summer |
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Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A. |
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Blood screams the pain as they chop off her fingers |
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Blood will be born in the birth of a nation |
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Blood is the rose of mysterious union |
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There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles |
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Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee |
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Blood in the streets in the town of Chicago |
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Blood on the rise, it's following me |
