There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles,
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(she came) There's blood in the streets, it's up to my knee.
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(she came) There's blood in the streets the town of Chicago,
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(she came) There's blood on the rise it's following me.
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Just 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) Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
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(she came) Blood in the streets its up to my thigh.
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(she came) The river runs down the legs of the city
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(she came) The women are crying red rivers of weeping.
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She came to 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 on the streets of the town of New Haven,
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Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees in Venice.
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Blood in my love in the terrible summer,
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Bloody red sun of Phantastic LA.
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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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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.
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Peace Frog (Live At Madison Square Garden, New York, 1970)
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| The Doors |
