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(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois)
she caught me in the washrooms & i had crayons in my hands
i want to make grafitti & i want to put a little blood & in america's veins
C she said if you want to get down in the dark & i'll come with you
cause i see that natural look in your eyes
she stopped me in the washrooms & i had latex in my hands
i wanna paint the stars and stripe & all over your dress--C
oh water
oh oh water
my blood is not made of water & its not made of apple pie
its made of laughter & its made of laughter
its the heart of america's veins
HATA BİLDİR
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