your solution, your proposition
it does repulse me, has me sick
i paid with my blood, my sweat and tears
to be in your school, your stubborn course
counting numbers, without luck yeah
if i speak in a fowl tongue, you have my words
to realize and see, with an open eye
gives you the magic, to give not die
its not because of you
that i sit this one through
its not because of you
and im still in love with what i do
saints are coming, around the bend,
without you knowing, they eat you brain
choices were made,(???)
miles were driven
we were lost not gone
its not because of you
that i sit this one through
its not because of you
and im still in love with what i do
its all because of you
that i sit this one through
its all because of you
that im still in love with what i do

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