Paroles Blood On My Hands de The Sundays

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When people say it's sad, you know it can't be bad
and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed but now I can't afford to listen to a word they say.
And of all the times we had, oh, the ultimate late night, didn't taste right, true words that I should know.
Blood on my hands, when you looked around I couldn't be found. A crime's a crime, I'll have to pay.
Now I find that I'm thigh deep, too young for the worst of my mind,
you whispered behind me, "if I may make so bold."

Call it young and wild but I ran a mile in a minute and there's no going back. True words that I should know.
Blood on my hands, when you looked around I couldn't be found. A crime's a crime, I'll have to pay.
True words I said to myself as the wind chilled my bones. "Home alone, you call that a late night?"
When people say you're dead, you know you caught their eye
and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed but that's just not the way now.
I don't mind telling you nothing is quite what it seems.

True words that I should know.
Must have been blood on my hands, when you look around I couldn't be found.
A crime's a crime but I don't mind, true words that I should know well
but surely by now I could say to myself,
"the days are getting longer so I better get stronger fast" surely by now?

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