| Calm down, you won’t gain any ground if you’re shaking from head to toe
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| And if you’d wake up you’d be weary to lie 'cause discerning eyes will know
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| Your words carry the weight of the world
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| And they’re waiting for that shoe to drop
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| So you sit down, you give in, and they get up, and they yelled
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| Someone’s got blood on their hands
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| With a stone cold glare and a crooked grin
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| You know exactly what we’re saying when we say
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| Someone’s got blood on their hands
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| «Forget about truth and consequence
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| We’ve got a way to deal with this.»
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| And if you’re good maybe they’ll be light on you
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| Long as you dance just like they want you to
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| Just shelter that look in your eyes
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| And think about staying alive
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| Sit down, give in, when they get up, and they yell
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| Someone’s got blood on their hands
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| With a stone cold glare and a crooked grin
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| You know exactly what we’re saying when we say
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| Someone’s got blood on their hands
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| «Forget about truth and consequence
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| We’ve got a way to deal with this.»
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| Someone’s got blood on their hands
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| With a stone cold glare and a crooked grin
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| You know exactly what we’re saying when we say
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| Someone’s got blood on their hands
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| «Forget about truth and consequence
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| We’ve got a way to deal with this.» |