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Blood on my hands
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when people say it's sad
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you know it can't be bad
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and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed
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but now I can't afford to listen to a word they say
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and of all the times we had
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o the ultimate late night
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didn't taste right
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true words that I should know
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blood on my hands
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when you looked around I couldn't be found
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a crime's a crime, I'll have to pay
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now I find that I'm thigh deep
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too young for the worst of my mind
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you whispered behind me
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"if I may make so bold"
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call it young & wild
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but I ran a mile in a minute and there's no going back
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true words that I should know
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blood on my hands
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when you looked around I couldn't be found
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a crime's a crime, I'll have to pay
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true words I said to myself
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as the wind chilled my bones
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"home alone, you call that a late night?"
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when people say you're dead
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you know you caught their eye
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and on any other day I'd be soul destroyed
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but that's just not the way now
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I don't mind telling you
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nothing is quite what it seems
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true words that I should know
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must have been blood on my hands
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when you look around I couldn't be found
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a crime's a crime but I don't mind
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true words that I should know well
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but surely by now I could say to myself
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"the days are getting longer so I better get stronger fast"
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surely by now?
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Blood on my hands
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| The Sundays |
