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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 pasts are in the pastsome things 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 own mothers (?)and build a fire to warm our feetyou keep your thoughts in the mangerwhile you confide in those strangersthat you assume will just open their armsaren't you tired of those dangers?so 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 stoneswe should gather up those twigs and leaveswe should gather up our own mothers (?)and build a fire to warm our feet From Letras Mania