Faced with danger,
I wanted to run
(And that I won’t judge)
It’s in my blood
to be the one
who lives
Faced with danger
I wanted to fight
my hand on his throat and I
scream out the lights
It’s in my blood
to boil
The genes that carry
(on & on)
are the ones that grit their teeth,
that plant their feet,
that do what must be done.
Whether fight or run
The genes that carry
carry a will to live
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