Blood On My Hands The Sundays

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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