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    Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed
    In the heart of the enduring?
    ‘Cause when you opened that door, you knew
    Well now, there'd be no returning

    Or room to mourn what we have lost
    To wait while the willing
    As you're the hound of blood and rank
    And boy, you've got another thing coming

    Come on, come on, come on
    You've got to give it to me
    As though you want it to
    Come on and set me free

    I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave
    Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy
    I'll cut it 'til I carve it out
    And stick it in a sad, sad song

    Why the bother? You're no brother
    You're the wrong I need
    Boy, we all found an audience, while
    You found the worst of me, you got another thing

    Put 'em up against the wall, now they're of no use to you
    God, it's time for the curing
    Only you're in for that big refuse
    Surprise, boy! This tide's come a-turning

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    No room to mourn what you have lost
    Oh, no waiting while the willing
    Poor little hound of blood and rank
    Who deserves every ounce of what's coming

    Come on, come on, come on
    You've got to give it to me
    As though you want it to
    Come on and set me free

    I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave
    Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy
    I'll cut it 'til I carve it out
    And stick it in a sad, sad song

    Why the bother? You're no brother
    You're the wrong I need
    Boy, we all found an audience, while
    You found the worst of me, you got another thing

    Come on, come on, come on
    You've got to give it to me
    As though you want it to
    Come on and set me free

    I'll dig it 'til we've made your grave
    Oh, you've been a bad, bad boy
    I'll cut it 'til I carve it out
    And stick it in a sad, sad song

    Why the bother? You're no brother
    You're the wrong I need
    Boy, we all found an audience, while
    You found the worst of me, you got another thing

    We caught you on the wrong side of lying
    Within the dust, we left you dying
    If only words can keep you hiding
    Well, go on, cowards, we've offed you
    Cowards, we've offed you

    (I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
    (I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
    (I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
    (I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy

    (I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
    (I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy
    (I hope your life's a living hell) It's all on you, boy

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    Composición: Coheed and Cambria

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