Blood N' Stitches Video (MV)

I was walking down the street
With cannonballs in my hands
Searching for some bullfights
And a place to dance at nights
Every Sunday morning
It's time to be depressed
Thinking about Monday
And I'm wishing you the best

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I was driving home at night
My car was on top speed
Then I encountered a deer
A red nose and some fear
Had to pump some gas
So I stopped at the station
The lights are on
But there's nobody home

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It is kind of a tale
A tale of the unexpected
And I guess my mom is there
With crowns and diamond rings
Holy spirits in motions
Are driving me insane
Doors are open
The paradise is so sweet

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Turn down every offers
No need for an Empire
Just wanna dance till late at night
And have some fun
I'm searching for my soul mate
But my mind is somewhere else
I'm searching for my mainline
And there's nothing else

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Coney was a camper
Made for rest areas
Stopping at every state parks on her way home
Shining through the night
With her pairs of glowing shoes
Everything was possible
On the campings dancing floors

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On every Sunday mornings
Bells are ringing
Calling all the people
And their sins
Nobody's home
But the lights are on
I stay at home
Cause I have no sin

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I was walking down the street
With cannonballs in my hands
Searching for some bullfights
And a place to dance
Every Friday morning
It's time to be happy
Thinking about the weekend
And all of your friends

Apple pies, sweet apple pies
Apple pies, Sweet Apple pies I guess
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