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Up on a plane for a thousand years The young and plain take it out of me The more you sell it off the more you get it back at night The edge keeps falling all apart And we can't keep guessing who's pardoning it Us or them, or then we're always off already, gone already Bet it all on me We live off of crumbs and the soda machine Set a, set a, you set a line You set a line and grow old So bet it all on me We live off of crumbs and the soda machine Set a, set a, you set a line You set a line and grow old Would you rather be sick Would you rather be stuck in a line Would you rather be a trick taking cues from a pig And every thirty seconds there's another up for bids Or would rather just hide Would you rather be left behind I know it's a drag, it gets harder than that You can see it in their faces Letras de cancionesYou can see it in their act So bet it all on me We live off of crumbs and the soda machine Set a, set a, you set a line You set a line and grow old So bet it all on me We live off of crumbs and the soda machine Set a, set a, you set a line You set a line and grow old From Letras Mania