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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 so destroyed
But now, I can't afford to listen to a word they say
And of all the times we've had
Oh, the ultimate late night didn't taste right

True words that I should know
Blood on my hands
'Cause 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
'Cause 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?"
[Incomprehensible] 2:18

When people say you're dead
You know you caught their eye
And on any other day I'd be so 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
It must have been blood on my hands
[Incomprehensible]
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
That all the days are getting longer so I better get stronger fast
Surely, by now