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It's time to collect the bonesWe don't mind because we can't go homeWe choke on our shooting starsBut can't quit because we've come this farWe can't quit because we've come too farA handful of apple coresA mouthful of razor bladesWe're always on the hunt with definitions of thingsAnd whatever else it takes to waste awayThere's nothing but holes in youAnd that's why I can see straight throughAnd all of your miseriesAin't worth much because you left them to meAin't worth much because you left them for meOne of these days you'll string me up (ba dum)Throw me to the wolvesMy time is almost up (ba dum)The hourglass is fullAnd I think the wolves are saying graceThey cut me upBut I feel all rightThey chopped me upLetras de cancionesBut I feel all rightThey strung me up (You get what you paid for)But I feel all rightThey roped me up (You get what you paid for)But I feel all rightThey chopped me up (Yeah, you get what you paid for)But I feel all rightThey cut me up (You get what you paid for)But I feel If I can't find a place to layThen I'll save you for another dayAnd if you're a mysteryWell, don't fret because that's okay by meAnd we'll all die in stereoAnd I'll probably be the first to goAnd if I'm a martyr thenThat's fine 'cause you can borrow my sinsAnd that's fine 'cause you can borrow my sins From Letras Mania