No Choice

It was a love so big that it filled his heart

Til it swelled and finally burst apart

And where the love spilled out they called it art

But he never really had no choice



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Whoa, he had no choice

No, he never had no choice

When he gave his river a voice

He never really had no choice.

He was thinking that the pain came much too soon

When he locked himself up inside his room

Well it hurt real bad to write that tune

but he never really had no choice

And there were some who could not understand

When he built those castles with his hands

And he knew damn well they were only sand

But he never really had no choice.



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Sometimes a man sometimes a boy

And he made some music and he made some noise

But he felt his pain and he felt his joy

But he never really had no choice.

There was a beautiful fire inside of him

As he balanced his way out on that limb

Could of burned right through that branch so thin

but he never really had no choice



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And they all talked about him when he died

They studied and they theorized

But when he was through they'd laughed and cried

And he never really had no choice

It was a love so big that it filled his heart

'Til it swelled and finally burst apart

Where the loved spilled out they called it art

But he never really had no choice



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