I've got your blood
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Under my fingernails
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It feels like I could
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Never wash it away
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Well how about that?
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I could never do that
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Well whaddaya know about that?
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I could never do that
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I've been waiting for your blood
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To appear on my hands
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And there it was
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Under very different circumstances
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It's a clanging symbol
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To end this drum roll
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It's a clanging symbol
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To end this drum roll
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I've been walking you
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Into those lamposts again
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I'd rather do that than
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Let go of your hand
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I've been watching your fingers
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Straddle the neck of your guitar
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Since you said they'd buckle
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Like the legs of a new born foal
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But they're still standing
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Making those sweet
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Mongrel chord shapes
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Yea they're still standing
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And you got the middle
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One raised to me
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I've been walking you
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Into those lamposts again
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I'd rather do that than
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Let you of your hand
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I feel you from me
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Braithim uaim tu
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I feel you from me
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I've been walking you
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Into those lamposts again
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I'd rather do that than let
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Lamposts
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Bell X1 |