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Blood On My Hands - The Sundays
Written by：Harriet Whe/David Gavurin

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

Listen to my love listen to my love

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

The face relly face to stay
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