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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
It's not because of you
That I sit this one through
It's not because of you
And I'm still in love with what I do
Saints are coming, around the bend,
Without you knowing, they eat you brain
Choices were made, memories fall
Miles were driven
We were lost not gone
It's not because of you
That I sit this one through
It's not because of you
And I'm still in love with what I do
It's all because of you
That I sit this one through
It's all because of you
That I'm still in love with what I do
