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Her blood is our blood too, I know. |
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And I feel all of it too, and you know, you know. |
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1936 breathing. |
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Garnet her stone, ever gleaming. |
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And Edith's hope is for love |
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but she doesn't hear of her grandchildren grieving, no. |
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Eldest raised by Al Ringling, spirit granted from Sing Sing. |
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All of her heart is for drugs |
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and she doesn't care that everyone is leaving. |
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Her blood is our blood too, I know. |
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And I feel all of it too, and you know, and you know. |
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Her blood is our blood too, and I know. |
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I feel all of it too, and you know. |
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And halfway in the hour, toward the mid of the night, |
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We met our hands, despite our wicked fight, |
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And we will sort our way around |
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This awful mess that all our genes have thrown around. |
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Her blood is our blood too, and I know. |
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And I feel all of it too, and you know. |
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Her blood is our blood too, and I know. |
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And I feel all of it too. |
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Her blood is our blood too, I know. |