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Bad blood,you can't hide from where you come fromits in your veins and in your heartBad bloodblame your mother for every shadow you're afraid ofthe burning urge to flea well thats on meA poor grandfather so painfully shy, he couldn't leave the house without a tall oneA dumb grandmother suffered by his side, she'd rather live in hell than die aloneI hope those odd appendages eventually fall off as you growBad blood, bad luck.But apples and trees meant nothing to meJust fruit foliageBut now I see meIn everything you don't sayBad bloodhereditary mob you cant run away fromtrust me i've triedyou're better off holding your freak flag highTheres no time. From Letras Mania