Blood On My Hands

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The Sundays - Rock, Indie Rock

Blood On My Hands

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[Verse 1] 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, no And of all the times we had Oh, the ultimate late night Didn't taste right [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] True words I said to myself As the wind chilled my bones "Home alone, you call that a late night?" Listen to ya Listen to ya [Verse 3] 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, so [Chorus] True words that I should know Must have been blood on my hands But it fades away the famous day 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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Credits

Writers
  • Harriet Wheeler
  • David Gavurin