| You’ve got the blood on your hands, I think it’s my own
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| We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores
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| Of all the people, we could be two
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| Then I bite my nails to the quick, run back home
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| You’ve got blue blood on your hands, I know it’s my own
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| You came at me in the midnight to show me my soul
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| Of all the people, I hoped it’d be you
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| To come and free me, take me away
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| To where I was born
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| Where I belong
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| Come with me accept it, affect it, protect it
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| With me accept it, and it’s always my own
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| With me accept it, effect it, protect it
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| With me accept it, and it’s always my own
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| You’ve got blue blood on your hands, I want you to know
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| I hoped you’d come and take me away, back to my home
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| Of all the people, I hoped it’d be you
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| Then I bite my nails to the quick, run back home
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| Come with me accept it, affect it, protect it
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| With me accept it, and it’s always my own
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| With me accept it, effect it, protect it
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| With me accept it, and it’s always my own
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| You’ve got the blood on your hands, I know it’s my own
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| We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores
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| Of all the people, I hoped it’d be you
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| You showed me my way back home
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| To where I was born
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| Where I belong |