Blood Like

I don't know what I've just said

Was it nasty? Why am I like that?

I could show you a good time

Then you'll know that we are blood-like

I've really caught my leg in a trap this time

Your majesty, can't you see?

I'm a sentimental, partly mental, I'm a bad friend

Ooh, I've got a little problem with my own head

But it feels right, it feels like I'm a belly full of dirt

I'm the milk that turned to curds and it feels right

Now stare at the ocean

While your friends all drown

We all need to learn to swim anyway

Oh my darling, hold your head up

Don't you listen, you're my baby girl

Oh my darling, hold your head up

Don't you listen, you're my baby girl

Oh my darling, hold your head up

Don't you listen, you're my baby girl

Oh, my darling, hold your head up now

Hold on, aren't I? I am my own life, own harm

Hold on, aren't I? I am my own life, own harm

Hold on, aren't I? I am my own life, own harm

Stare at the ocean

While your friends all drown

Now you're blood-like

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