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