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There's blood on the streets and there's blood on my bed,There's blood in the T-ducts that won't bleed out of my head,There's a time I keep thinking of,But I don't remember whenAnd you keep on singing our old country song,And it sounds real pretty but you're singing it wrong,There's a time I keep thinking 'bout,When I used to belong[Incomprehensible Chorus]And you came with the street with your head buried in,To the darkness where you've been from your feet up to your chin,And your eyes ask me questions likeDo I remember whenBut all I thought of were the shadows that were cast by the sunHow they always were beside me when I thought you were the oneAnd I could never ever lose them,Even if I tried to run[Incomprehensible Chorus] From Letras Mania