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Through your veins Pure becomes and bad word- Too much said, can’t be fixed From the pain Separate the laughter Chase your love To the end And what remains Shouldn’t be the bad blood Calling names Dragging through the black mud We both lay down in sympathy- I shot you, you shot me We both lay down in sympathy- I shot you, you shot me From my name Draw another rainbow Way up high, in a lullaby And what remains Shouldn’t be the bad blood Colours change Everyone to feel good We both lay down in sympathy I shot you, you shot me We both lay down in sympathy I shot you, you shot me From Letras Mania