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Last chance To draw weapons Cold hands On open sores Don't care About keeping score Well, you get what you give, nothing more You invest once you've spent it all I'll sink To the ocean floor Makes sense If you've been before I'm scared Of my own echo You can't get what you give any more You invent who you gave it up for I connect to the wreckage Last chance To draw weapons Cold hands And more echoes Well, you get what you give, nothing more You invеst once you've spent it all I connеct to the wreckage From Letras Mania