Дмитрий - There blood

Fog hangs low on Dol
Gas lamps lean
They watch you breathe
Old bricks, sweating stories
You feel eyes and the light
Old leaves
A laugh in an empty alley
Perfume in the midnight heat
Your name in a stranger's accent
Though no one's on the
There's blood on Bourbon Street
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There's blood on Bourbon Street
And it never lets you leave
Red doors, candlelit windows, cards turned slow by weathered hands
She smiles, says, baby, I know you
Draws your future in the glass and sand
Blink and the room grows colder
Her eyes go older than the war
She toasts to the ones still thirsty
For the ones that walk no more
There's blood on Bourbon Street
And secrets in the cobblestones
Every shadow's got a heartbeat
Every sinner's never quite alone
New Orleans keeps some mysteries
Locked in teeth and velvet sleeves
There's blood on Bourbon Street
And it never lets you leave
Do you hear that hymn in the alley
A choir made a name you don't recall
Do you feel that kiss on your collar
Nobody there at all
Moonlight stains your white shirt crimson
Though nothing touched your skin
You swear you're just imagining
And someone bites down on your sin
There's blood on Bourbon Street
Oh, and secrets in the cobblestones
Every shadow's got a heartbeat
Every shadow's got a heartbeat
Every sinner's never quite alone
New Orleans counts a rosary
Smoke and teeth and velvet sleeves
There's blood on Bourbon Street
And you're part of what you eat
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