| There’s blood on your hands from somewhere new
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| Wash it away, wash it away
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| Blood on your hands from somewhere new
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| Wash it away, wash it away
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| There’s blood on your hands from somewhere new
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| Your latest succes must be pleasing you
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| Blood on your hands from somewhere new
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| Sleep tight
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| There’s blood on your hands from your victims bodies
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| Wash it away, wash it away
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| And blood on your hands from your martyrs bodies
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| Wash it away, wash it away
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| The blood on your hands from yuor victims bodies
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| And the blood on your hands from your martyrs bodies
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| Looks he same shade of red to me
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| But sleep tight
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| But even in your dreams
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| You can’t get your hands clean
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| Will they clean them in paradise?
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| Do you think they’ll clean them in paradise?
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| Sleep tight
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| But even in your dreams
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| You can’t get your hands clean
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| Will they clean them in paradise?
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| Do you think they’ll clean them in paradise?
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| There’s blood on your hands from somewhere new
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| Wash it away, wash it away
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| Blood on your hands from somewhere new
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| Wash it away, wash it away
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| There’s blood on your hands from somewhere new
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| Your latest succes must be pleasing you
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| Blood on your hands from somewhere new
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| Sleep tight, sleep tight, sleep tight tonoght |