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I fell on the sticks
there was poison on the tips
In the Punji Pit where I made my home
I split my lip
and I let the blood drops drip
I found false comfort in a combat zone
Now the stakes are so high
that I learned how to die
I don't care if you're not impressed
'cause I know I will pass the test
Hey, hey, can't you stay for a minute?
Hey, hey, don't you get sentimental?
Hey, hey, can't you stay for a minute?
Hey, hey, don't you get sentimental?
I'm not incidental
Now the stakes are so high
that I learned how to die
I don't care if you're not impressed
'cause I know I will pass the test
and I know there will be no rest
and I know I will pass the test
©2011 Eddie Utrata