Fortune Favours The Bold letra

Gerry Cinnamon


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Fortune Favours The Bold lyrics

Shoo, la-la-la
Shoo, la-la-la-aa
Shoo, la-la-la
Shoo, la-la-la-aa

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

Shoo, la-la-la
Shoo, la-la-la-la-aa
Shoo, la la la-aa
Shoo, la-la-la
Shoo, la la la-aa

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

Shoo, la-la-la
Shoo, la-la-la-la-aa
Shoo, la la la-aa
Shoo, la-la-la
Shoo, la la la-aa
Shoo, la-la-la
Shoo, la-la-la-la-aa

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Fortune Favours The Bold is a song interpreted by Gerry Cinnamon