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I see you come around, looking so alive.Style means everything for a boy like you.They don't make 'em like that anymore...Grab ahold, come along,take a change, get awayto a place mother nature promised can't be wrong.But you don't understandand you don't want to know...d-d-do you, d-d-do you?Situation, my situation makes the crimeSituation, my situation makes the crimeSo what are you going to do, about it?When all the preconcieved notions apply, defy it.Well, the laws of least resistance takes you anywhere...Anywhere that you go you will find that you knowthat you know where it's goin', it's goin' away from you...Well if you lock the door and throw the keys away.Don't you think that life will catch up anyway?In the end, in the end, in the end,you'll be nothing more than who they say you were.Tell me do you even know why you all blame...The situation. From Letras Mania