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| Sundays Blind Blood On My Hands when people say it's sad you know it can't be bad & on any other day I'd be soul destroyed but now I can't afford to listen to a word they say & of all the times we had o 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 & wild but I ran a mile in a minute & 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 & 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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