| Your solution, Your proposition
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| It does repulse me, Has me sick
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| I paid with my blood, My sweat and tears
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| To be in your school, Your stubborn course
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| Counting numbers, Without luck yeah
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| If I speak in a fowl tongue, You’ll have my words
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| To realize and see, With an open eye
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| Gives you the magic, To give not die
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| It’s not because of you
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| That I sit this one through
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| It’s not because of you
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| And I’m still in love with what I do
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| Saints are coming, Around the bend
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| Without you knowing, They’ll eat your brain
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| Choices were made, in the…
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| Miles were driven
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| We were lost not gone
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| It’s not because of you
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| That I sit this one through
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| It’s not because of you
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| And I’m still in love with what I do
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| It’s all because of you
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| That I sit this one through
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| It’s all because of you
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| That I’m still in love with what I do |