| 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 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 |