11 months ago

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Video by Graham Philips
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Blood Type

It's such a warm place, but there on the streets
where our footprints are waited for,
stardusted boots
sparkle and shine.
A soft arm chair, checkered plaid,
not pressed and not hurried.
A bright sunny day
above the dazzling dreams...

My blood type is on my sleeve.
My serial number is on my sleeve.
Wish me now some luck in the fight,
wish me...
I won't stay in this field of green.
I won't stay in this field of green.
Wish me now to be lucky,
wish me now...
to be lucky.

I am able to pay,
but I never want
a triumph at any price.
I never want
someone's chest lying under my foot.
I would rather stay here with you,
just to stay here with you,
but the star that reaches high in the skies
still gives me the route...

My blood type is on my sleeve.
My serial number is on my sleeve.
Wish me now some luck in the fight.
Wish me...
I won't stay in this field of green.
I won't stay in this field of green.
Wish me now to be lucky,
wish me now...
to be lucky.

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