Sundays Blood On My Hands текст песни, слова песни Blood On My Hands Sundays
Sundays - Blood On My Hands
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
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 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
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