Blue Blood
You've got the blood on your hands, think it's my own
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores
Of all the people, we could be two
Then I bite my nails to the quick, run back home
You've got the blood on your hands, know it's my own
You came at me in the midnight to show me my soul
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you
To come and free me, take me away
To where I was born
Where I belong
Come help me accept it, affect it, protect it
Help me accept it, it is always my home
Help me accept it, effect it, protect it
Help me accept it, it is always my home
You've got the blood on your hands, I want you to know
I hoped that you'd come and take me away, back to my home
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you
Then I bite my nails to the quick, run back home
Come help me accept it, affect it, protect it
Help me accept it, it is always my home
Help me accept it, effect it, protect it
Help me accept it, it is always my home
You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you
You showed me my way back home
To where I was born
Where I belong
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores
Of all the people, we could be two
Then I bite my nails to the quick, run back home
You've got the blood on your hands, know it's my own
You came at me in the midnight to show me my soul
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you
To come and free me, take me away
To where I was born
Where I belong
Come help me accept it, affect it, protect it
Help me accept it, it is always my home
Help me accept it, effect it, protect it
Help me accept it, it is always my home
You've got the blood on your hands, I want you to know
I hoped that you'd come and take me away, back to my home
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you
Then I bite my nails to the quick, run back home
Come help me accept it, affect it, protect it
Help me accept it, it is always my home
Help me accept it, effect it, protect it
Help me accept it, it is always my home
You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own
We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores
Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you
You showed me my way back home
To where I was born
Where I belong
Credits
Writer(s): Edwin Thomas Congreave, Jack William Bevan, James Smith, Walter James Morrison Gervers, Yannis Barnabas Emanuel Philippakis
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