When blood sees blood
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Of its own
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It sings to see itself again
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It sings to hear the voice it's known
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It sings to recognize the face
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One body split and passed along the line
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From the shoulder to the hip
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I know these bones as being mine
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And the curving of the lip
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And my question to you is:
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How did this come to pass?
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How did this one life fall so far and fast?
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Some are lean and some with grace, and some without;
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All tell the story that repeats
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Of a child who had been left alone at birth
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Left to fend and taught to fight
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See his eyes and how they start with light
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Getting colder as the pictures go
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Did he carry his bad luck upon his back?
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That bad luck we've all come to know
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And my question to you is:
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How did this come to pass?
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How did this one life fall so far and fast?
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When blood sees blood
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Of its own
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It sings to see itself again
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Blood Sings
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Suzanne Vega |