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Blood On My Hands
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sundays
The Sundays
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Composer
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Producer
Dave Anderson
Dave Anderson
Producer
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Producer

Lyrics

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, no And of all the times we had Oh, 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 and 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?" Listen to ya Listen to ya 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, so True words that I should know Must have been blood on my hands But it fades away the famous day 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?
Writer(s): Harriet Ella Wheeler, David Richard Gavurin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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