Fortune Favours the Bold

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I know its a long shot

But I heard fortune favours the bold

Now they tell me be solid make paper

And do what you're told

Guess I'd rather have holes in my shoes

Than be drowning in gold

In the heat of the moment

My mind got left out in the cold

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Do you think that it's worth it

Can I buy back my soul when it's gone

In the ground you're alone

And your bank account won't keep you warm

I see through you, you're made out of glass

With a heart made of stone

And the thorns in your crown cut your skin

While you bleed on your throne

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