Bad Blood
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Bad blood, you can't hide from where you come from;
It's in your veins and in your heart.
Bad blood, blame your mother for every shadow you're afraid of;
the burning urge to flee, well thats on me.
A poor grandfather so painfully shy,
couldn't leave the house without a tall one.
A dumb grandmother suffered by his side,
she'd rather live in hell than die alone.
I hope those odd appendages eventually fall off as you grow.
Bad blood, bad luck.
But apples and trees, meant nothing to me;
Just fruit foliage, but now I see me,
In everything you don't say.
Bad blood, hereditary mob you cant run away from;
Trust me I've tried;
you're better off holding your freak flag high.
Theres no time.
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