| Well, you paint with the blood from your veins
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| Angel with no wings, well, you come upon
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| Stars will recover your arms
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| A little more tomorrow
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| Well, you said that it felt so right
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| First time it shot, it shot like burning light
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| Paint with the blood from it all
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| Now the pain goes on and on
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| Well, you paint with the blood from your veins
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| First time it shot, it shot like burning light
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| Stars will recover your arms
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| But now the pain goes on and on
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| Now the pain goes on and on, yeah
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| Well, you paint with your blood
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| Coming out of your veins
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| Yeah, you paint with your blood
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| Little pictures of saints
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| A little more tomorrow
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| Yeah, a little more tomorrow
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| Well, you paint with your blood
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| Coming out of your veins
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| Paint with your blood
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| Paint with your blood
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| Paint with your blood
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| Yeah, you paint, yeah, you paint
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| I said, paint |