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."
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We've Got A Score To Settle
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| The Dear Hunter |
