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There's blood in the streets, up to my ankles
(She came)
blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
(She came)
Blood on the streets, in the town of
(She came)
Blood on the rise, it's me
Think about the of day

She came and then she away
Sunlight in her

(She came)
in the streets runs a river of sadness
(She came)
Blood in the streets it's up to my
(She came)
Yeah, the river runs red the legs of the city
(She came)
The women are crying rivers of

She came into town and then she away
in her hair

Indians scattered on dawn's bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young fragile eggshell mind

Blood in the streets in the town of New
stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of L.A.

Blood screams the pain as chop off her fingers
will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets, up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's me