Deep End - Give Blood Lyrics
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Give Blood
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What Are The Lyrics For Give Blood By Deep End?
Give blood
But you may find that blood is enough Give blood And there are some who'll say it's not enough Give blood But don't expect too ever see reward Give blood You can give it all but still asked for more Give blood But it could cost more than your dignity Give blood Parade your pallor in iniquity Give blood They will cry and say they're in our debt Give blood But then they'll sigh and they will soon forget [man in background] where heading for the day of blessings I'm telling ya, Its all building up to something, Something that's opening beginning with fire So give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give blood But you may find that blood is not enough Give blood And there are some who'll say it's not enough Give blood But don't expect too ever see reward Give blood You can give it all but still asked for more So give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give your love and keep blood between brothers Give your love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers Give love and keep blood between brothers |
Who Wrote Give Blood By Deep End?
Peter Dennis Blandfor Townshend
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What's The Duration Of The Give Blood By Deep End?The duration of Give Blood is 6:07 minutes and seconds. |
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