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(M--
Mitchell; L--
Du
Bois)she caught me in the washrooms / i had crayons in my handsi 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 eyesshe stopped me in the washrooms / i had latex in my handsi wanna paint the stars and stripe / all over your dress--
Coh wateroh oh watermy blood is not made of water / its not made of apple pieits made of laughter / its made of laughterits the heart of america's veins
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