Blood Type

Oftentimes, I think about the growing pain
You're on my mind, i think I like to feel this way!
My mother, she left me on my own to fend for myself. I can never go home
So, kiss me under these leaves. I'll show you how I bleed
And the word is: you've been kissing me for a while



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Writer(s): Neil Fair
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