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Edit lightly
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When in doubt, ask the crowd
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This song is not instrumental. Here is my attempt at the correct lyrics:
Blue salt tumbling down
Blue salt trickling down
Can you cry six feet under
Under water, or do you just slip under?
Milk and blood, I'm just milk and blood, too
Milk and blood, I'm just milk and blood
Just like you, you make my stomach churn
Red and blue, pray talk, yeah
You said one week, one match, one turn
If you tell me my heart's on fire,
I'd let it burn
You built me a skeleton of tin
Draped yourself around 'til it looked like skin
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This song is not instrumental. Here is my attempt at the correct lyrics:
Blue salt tumbling down Blue salt trickling down Can you cry six feet under Under water, or do you just slip under?
Milk and blood, I'm just milk and blood, too Milk and blood, I'm just milk and blood Just like you, you make my stomach churn Red and blue, pray talk, yeah
You said one week, one match, one turn If you tell me my heart's on fire, I'd let it burn
You built me a skeleton of tin Draped yourself around 'til it looked like skin