bad blood.
that these are the days that bind you together, forever.
and these little things define you forever, forever.
all this bad blood here, won't you let it dry.
it's been cold for years, won't you let it lie.
if we're only ever looking back, we would drive ourselves insane.
as the friendship goes, resentment grows.
we will walk our different ways.
ur bad blood av bastille.
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