Blood on my hands The Sundays

Blood on my hands 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 and of all the times we had o

Remembering Sundays Masego

I remember Sundays afternoon time When the world was something large and strange [Verse 1] I need a small town Don't know where to live now I need emotion I need a caravan Hate a Mercedes-Benz I don't

Sundays Moonpools & Caterpillars

Don't turn your back on me, I'm dying inside. Is there a yearning inside, That keeps the spirit breaking. Is there a yearning inside? That reminds us we'll succeed?

Skin And Bones The Sundays

you know, and I've been wondering you know, all the way home whether the world will see I'm a better man than others by far you know, I've had it so good how loathsome, and not quite my style work

skin & bones The Sundays

skin & bones you know, and I've been wondering you know, all the way home whether the world will see I'm a better man than others by far you know, I've had it so good how loathsome, and not quite

sundays PILLOW

잠시 누워 나의 방의 하늘 내가 원했던 건 이런 색깔이었나 불이 꺼진 위에서 아래로 더 fallin 압박을 피해서 한참을 서 있다 눈은 더 패였고 짙어지는 다크써클 보낸 밤이 묻히고 떠난 걸 쌓여버린 컵 몇번의 생각과 그 안을 함께 삼켰어 Don’t play around me No more Cuz I feel the same way Anyway How long

I Feel The Sundays

don't wake me up yet o the young & the old they get everything & it's my turn I'm here, I'm someone to know I'm calling the tune but I'm losing the words laughingly I take the fevered applause

We Don't Celebrate Sundays Hardcore Superstar

> Come, smash up your seats tonight Sippin'on wine I'm fine The music keeps me up all night Cause I'm full of lust Come with us Run for your lives I'm only lonely when the music's over Lonely when you're

Sundays Counting Crows

C'mon baby, light me up I wanna look into your eyes until I go blind You think that you can do without me I can't do anything at all You think that you can do without me But I don't believe in Sundays

Sunday's Slave Nick Cave

Sunday's got a slave Monday's got one too Sunday's got a slave Monday's got one too Our sufferings are countless Our pleasures are motley few Spend all day digging my grave Now go get Sunday's slave Tuesday

Blood Hands Royal Blood

Took a lonely feeling just to let them in and sing Like the sun goes down, never close to heaven Felt my feet were burning from the cigarette on the ground There's blood on my hands, there's blood on my

GREAT BIG SKY SUNDAYS

You and me through the southlands With nothing else on our minds I Can still hear you howling In the warm starry night We had time to kill And Miles to beat While a great big sky kept hanging over

Blood Charlie Simpson

Blood blood's on your hands blood is no good without a heart to move 'round blood blood's on your conscience and it won't come off easy, so just take your time For all of the days that you asked to keep

Smokin' On Sundays The Hotknives

Smokin' on Sundays, wasting my time, so leave me on Sundays, Sundays are mine. Smokin' on Sundays, wasting my time, so leave me on Sundays, Sundays are mine.

Blood Anthrax

on Your Hands, Blood in My Eyes Blood I Can't Keep, Blood Circumscribes Blood on Your Hands, Blood in My Eyes Blood I Can't Keep, Blood Circumscribes Blood on Your Hands Turns into Blood in My Eyes

Giant Formula Sundays

I want to believe I’m here for a cause And I want to see the world is it was But I am a boy inside of a man Slowly facing the riddle of being simple with a plan The moment we came and the moment we

Blood The Pierces

If it makes you love me more To put one foot out the door Step outside And if you feel wild and free When you're out away from me Run away 'Cause I can hear it in your voice In a sweet fever rush When

(Bonus Track) Sunday, Lovely Sunday Edson

Sundays are slow Never pretentious oh no Silent and closed And we don't really have to know Where to go Holding hands with the one I love She wears mittens I wear gloves There must be someone above

Blood On My Hands Six Feet Under

Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you Blood on my hands is the path To your destruction Blood on my hands I feel free to kill you Blood on my hands is the path to Satan Blood on my hands deep inside

Petty Wage Swingin' Utters

I've said, and once too often, some things i'd never say again. in streams of thoughts unbroken i fish for a few good men (chorus) sundays and holidays and twelve hours straight no pay for bloody hands

Seven Sundays Extreme

One day we'll find the time to spend, together until then, My Love IF I HAD ONE WISH IT WOULDN'T BE HARD TO CHOOSE SEVEN SUNDAYS IN A ROW CAUSE THAT'S THE DAY THAT I SPEND WITH YOU Someday

On Earth The Sundays

On Earth and she's walking on the edge of a knife and she knows it's the death of her Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible and she's walking on the edge of a crowd late at night you can never

BLOOD ON MY HANDS (Feat. Paul Blanco & DeVita) GRAY (그레이)

I got blood on my hands, hands, hands I got blood on my hands, oh oh I got blood on my hands, oh oh I got blood on my hands, hands, oh Blood on my hands Blood on my hands Blood on my hands Blood on my

Medicine The Sundays

Medicine dig down to the earth here outside lose my mind here any day now don't be sad, we're only half way there o no, that's what I call home you remember the hills we slithered down "I'm not

Sunday, Lovely Sunday Edson

Sundays are slow Never pretentious, oh no Silent and closed And we don't really have to know Where to go Holding hands with the one I love She wears mittens, I wear gloves There must be someone

Mother Murder Hollywood Undead

There's blood on my hands! (Hands) There's blood on my hands! (Hands) There's blood on my hands! (Hands) There's blood on my hands! On my hands, on my hands!

Life And Soul The Sundays

here dive below here I go we're on the shore down by the sea here I go water under's cool we're the life & soul here on the shore we're going to be here I go it's all my sea all my blue

Life & Soul The Sundays

Life & Soul here dive below, here I go we're on the shore, down by the sea here I go water under's cool we're the life and soul here on the shore, we're going to be here I go it's all my sea

Blue Blood Foals

You've got the blood on your hands, I think it's my own. We can go down onto the streets and follow the shores. Of all the people, we could be two.

my finest hour The Sundays

my finest hour when the world, it shows me up my clothes, they show me up I never knew this before the finest hour that I've ever known was finding a pound on the Underground when my words came

Wild Horses The Sundays

As the sun goes down on the arizona plain and the wind whistles by like a runaway train hey hey hey it's a beautiful thing well it's me and you and a flatbed truck my heart kicking over like a whitetail

Blood queensryche

Thank-you for the lies, the lies you sold us. Thank-you for this vision of violence. Thank-you for this song you gave me to sing. Thank-you for the capping day of a culture that lay dying.

Can'T Be Sure The Sundays

give me a story and give me a bed give me possessions oh love luck and money they go to my head like wildfire it's good to have something to live for you'll find live for tomorrow live for a job and a

Here's Where The Story Ends The Sundays

people I know places I go make me feel tongue tied I can see how people look down they're on the inside here's where the story ends people I see, weary of me showing my good side I can see how people look

Blood On My Hands Vanillaz, Koala Karlous

All I Got Is Blood On My Hands And I Don't Think I Care To Much For It Either All I Got Is Blood On My Hands, On My Hands And I Don't Know If I Can Start To Believe Her All I Got Is Blood On My Hands And

Living Type Powderfinger

Living Type And you'll be there to break my fall To reassure my doubts and faults And all your fables will ring true They are the lies you lean on too There's love on your breath I'd better not

Blood On Your Hands Philip Sayce

WICKED PEARL WHERE DID YOU GO WRONG BLIZZARD CHILD WITH A SIREN SONG TEXAS JEWEL IN THE VELVET AIR NEW YORK GHOST AND MISGUIDED PRAYER SAID YOU WERE A COSMIC CHILD ELECTRIC EYES AN AMBER SMILE BEHIND THE

Ain’t No Friend Of Mine (Album Version) Mason Jennings

Blood in my mouth, blood in my mouth Don't you try to kiss me when there's blood in my mouth Blood on my face, blood on my face Don't you take pictures when there's blood on my face Blood on my hands

Ain’t No Friend Of Mine Mason Jennings

Blood in my mouth, blood in my mouth Don't you try to kiss me when there's blood in my mouth Blood on my face, blood on my face Don't you take pictures when there's blood on my face Blood on my hands,

You're Not The Only One I Know The Sundays

where's the harm in voicing a doubt you'll find me in the lavatory and where's the harm in talking out loud when I'm on my own what's so wrong with reading my stars when I'll be in the lavatory and what

Sunday Morning (Feat. Lenka) Matisse

My heart you're tearing apart When tears like pearls Fall like rain in my hands On a Sunday morning Who do you love Who do you love You're like a beautiful star And I am a piece of trash in your

homeward The Sundays

homeward You뭭e stolen my heart and I want you to remember now what뭠l I do? living alone you뭭e stolen my heart and it hurts me to remember now where뭠l I go to?

Love The Sundays

Love picture myself as a thin white child back to the day I was born on they slapped me into line as it crossed my mind I've felt better I've felt worse this is my life and it's all very well but

another flavour The Sundays

another flavour fashion - the timing뭩 all wrong they taste another flavour and pretty soon you뭨e gone fashion - this time it뭩 too late you knew you뭗 have to pay for this

monochrome The Sundays

monochrome it뭩 4 in the morning July in ?

Season Of Sundays Vanishing Point

Season Of Sundays Take a look mankind, what have we done Walk on silent, what has become This age we lead that leaves regret We move forward and we forget Look now mankind, what has become See in these

More The Sundays

the flesh is weak & the mind slow by now, you could say there's a problem and it rained down on me and it seemed to get into me it poured down over me I'm wet through but I still want more peace

Sundays And Holidays Red House Painters

What do you think in the back seat Traveling through the yellow open state Am I too slow to turn my thoughts to words To turn meaningless to meaning Am I too down to notice smell and sound To tell dull

Knife Watersports

This heart is lonely and left me in shocking Now I’m waiting for your talking There’s a blood on my hands there’s a blood on my thoughts I never thought this life Blood on my arms Blood on my arms Alone

Here Next To Murderous Blood Command

in fear Sending doubts to the doctors orders Bout artifical care I am the law Im on my way To watch your beautiful soul decay Ill set a blade to your head With blood on my hands Inventing justice