Blood Stream of Us

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Blood streams of us, 
vein in me, 
you’re so vain 
playing on the radio, 
such appropriate timing, 
carols pumping to our knocking
damage. You tie the band
and I inject the first station 
on the turn knob. 
My antenna, like your needle, 
simply mistaking wasted time
for love. You believed in love, 
wasted.

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