Blood On My Hands
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Текст песни Blood On My Hands

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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 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 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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