Foals - Blue Blood

You've got the blood on your hands, I 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 clip, run back home

You've got the blood on your hands, I know it's my own
You came at me in the middle of the night to show me my sou l

Of all the people, I hoped it'd be you
To come and free me, take me away
To show me my home
Where I was born
Where I belong

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