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Our wills and our waysAre two very different thingsIf there's a place I wouldn't show my faceIt's the place where I was bornOur paths are in the pastSomethings die while others lastIf I challenge or question anythingYou just let out a hyena's laughSo we should gather up those sticks and stonesWe should gather up those twigs and leavesWe should gather up our old loversAnd build a fire to warm our feetYou keep your thoughts in the mangerWhile you can find in those strangersThat you assume will just open their armsAren't you tired of those dangersSo our wills and our waysAre two very different thingsIf there's a place I wouldn't show my faceIt's the place where I was bornSo we should gather up those sticks and stonesLetras de cancionesWe should gather up those twigs and leavesWe should gather up our old loversAnd build a fire to warm our feetSo we should gather up those sticks and stonesWe should gather up those twigs and leavesWe should gather up our old loversAnd build a fire to warm our feet From Letras Mania