I like to keep some things just to myself,
and I feel cool blood rushing through my veins.
A flash of memory, what are we doing here?
we can't focus on all our flaws at once.
You're in my blood,
still in my blood.
I'm in your blood,
still in your blood.
How often do we fear ourselves and wreck it all?
We fuck up our minds so many times.
I guess we are just photos after all,
and it seems as if you can wash me off your skin.
You're in my blood,
still in my blood.
I'm in your blood,
still in your blood.

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