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The hearts are bleeding in the streets again

Another lover's lover has passed away

Guerrillas have stained the streets again

Consolation comes to everyone

Another morning, another mourning

Won't you cry?

Won't you stand here and bleed with me?

Among the crowd, lay it to rest and accept with me

On these streets, painted red like a picture for you

There's a movement on the streets again

Protests and riots are overflowing

Order no longer a peaceful testament

Some things they never change

Another morning, another mourning

These freeze frame pictures of violence

Reaching her hands out, to take me down

These bright white flashes of insanity

To be released and take me

Lack of witness has placed many things

Lost cause of accidents

Leaving those to die at night

The aftermath of the afterlife

Another morning, another mourning