The Sundays - Blood on my hands

^DWhen people say it's ^Csad ^DYou know it can't be b^Cad ^GAnd on any other day I'd b^Ce soul destroyed ^DBut now I can't afford to ^Clisten to a word they say ^GAnd of all the times we h^Emad ^{Am D}Oh the ultimate late night^C Didn't ^Bmtaste right

^GTrue words that I s^Fhould know ^GBlood on my hands When you ^Blooked around I couldn't be found A crime's a crime, I'll have to p^Gay

^DNow I find that I'm t^Ghigh deep Too young for the w^Bmorst of my ^Cmind ^B Y^Gou whispered be^Dhind me "If ^GI may make so bold"

B^Dut I ran a mile in a mi^Emnute and there's n^Bo going back ^G

^FTrue words that I should know ^GBlood on my hands Wh^Bmen you looked around I couldn't be found A crime's a crime, I^F#'ll have to p^Gay

True words I s^Amaid to myself As the wind c^Ghilled my bones "H^Bmome alone, you call th^F#at a late n^Cight?"

When p^Deople say you're de^Cad You know you caught their ^Geye And on any ot^Dher day I'd be s^Coul destroyed But that's just not the ^Gway now I do^Dn't mind telling you Not^Ching is quite what it ^Bseems

^GTrue words that ^FI should know Must have bee^Gn blood on my hands W^Bhen you look around I couldn't be found A crime's a crime b^F#ut I don't ^Gmind True words that ^FI should know well But surely by n^Gow I could say to myself "^BmThe days are getting longer so I better ^F#get stronger fa^Cst"