| Kids get high in the basement sometimes
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| And tell themselves not to watch the screens
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| It’s the blood that haunts me, I can’t fall asleep
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| 'Cause it’s ruthless, and don’t tell me you’re ruthless too
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| When there is blood on the streets of Baltimore
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| Kids are getting ready for a long war
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| Maybe I was born in the wrong skin
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| But those sheep are rolling in the mud again
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| Like woah, it haunts me now, tell me it haunts you too
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| You cut it up, you cut it up, but it’s still the red white and the blue
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| You cut it up, you cut it up, but it’s still the red white and the blue
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| Wasted, in the tangles of time
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| And my baby, is she the only one left when it’s dire?
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| She said a change is gonna come, love, but it’s all on us
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| 'Cause it’s ruthless now and don’t tell me you’re ruthless too
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| When there is blood on the streets of Baltimore
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| Kids are getting ready for a long war
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| Maybe I was born in the wrong skin
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| But those sheep are rolling in the mud again
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| Like woah, it haunts me now, tell me it haunts you too
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| You cut it up, you cut it up, but it’s still the red white and the blue
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| You cut it up, you cut it up, but it’s still the red white and the blue
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| 'Cause there is blood on the streets of Baltimore
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| Kids are getting ready for a long war
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| Maybe I was born in the wrong skin
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| But those sheep are rolling in the mud again
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| Like oh, it haunts me now, tell me it haunts you too
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| Oh, it haunts me 'cause their freedom was paid in blood
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| You cut it up, you cut it up, but it’s still the red white and the blue
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| You cut it up, you cut it up, but it’s still the red white and the blue |