Letra de Blood On My Hands - The Sundays

When people say it's sad
you know it can't be bad
and on any other day i'd be soul destroyed

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
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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?