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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
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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
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Peace Frog
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