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    I got caught dragging
    The scraps from the heap
    By the junkyard dogs
    They won't leave me alone, no
    'Cause I went for the pearl
    They keep in the mouth of the pig

    But he won't let it go
    No, he won't let it go

    So I broke the lock to the vault
    Where they buried my child
    But he won't stay alive
    No, he can't be revived

    So don't push me
    I said I was leaving
    I just wanted to stick my hands
    Up the shirts of the grieving

    Graverobber, you can't take me home
    I don't care what nobody says, Lord
    That's my bed on the side of the road
    Graverobber, your hands are getting cold

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    We take another drink of the dust
    That don't just blow
    It pours straight from the veins
    Of the ghost of our lord

    And it won't be long
    Till my cask is a casket
    And I've righted all my wrongs
    And I've righted all my wrongs

    Graverobber, you can't take me home
    I don't care what nobody says, Lord
    That's my bed on the side of the road
    Graverobber, your hands are getting cold

    I lost what I've found
    In the feedback and chemicals
    We're growing mold
    On the fruits of our labors

    Lost what I've found
    In the feedback and chemicals
    We're growing mold
    On the fruits of our labors

    I go back to the well
    With my head in my hands
    And my tail between my legs

    I go back to the well
    With my head in my hands
    And my tail between my legs

    Graverobber, you can't take me home
    I don't care what nobody says, Lord
    That's my bed on the side of the road
    Graverobber, your hands are getting cold

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    Composición: Keith Buckley, Joe Trohman y Rob Caggiano

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