You passed the quiz You've opened up your mind finally The trouble is that you've nowhere left to hide your heart Anymore What's hers was his Mark your territory if you can And realize this, that the shit's gonna hit the fan Just like the waves crash into the sand Ya know the shit's gonna hit the fan Real soon. Ya fight the war But the casualties are greater than you bargained for Then you hunt for more As the dawn bleeds red upon the fate you chose To be a door through which anyone can come at all Come on, you may be poor But you're not as poor as some Oh no you're not as poor as some Why don't you pour over me your greatest sum You know I've always been your greatest fan.
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