He was a young boy in school
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all the kids played him a fool
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a quiet boy, no friends at all
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he tried to fit but still felt small
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Fucked up family-nowhere to turn
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Kept his feelings inside-soon he'd learn
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this boy was always left alone
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maybe things would be OK if someone had known
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[Chorus:]
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Pushed to the limit
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with nowhere to go
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what did they do to make this boy blow?
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Pushed to the limit
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what a surprise
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this quiet lonely boy-and 5 kids have died
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Everyday he was pushed even more
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holding it in, his hatred soared
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The kids at school, hurting his pride
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everyone ignored him-pushed him aside
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They called him a loser, knocked him around
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all of 'em pushed him to the ground
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He tried to defend himself and failed
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til one day the thoughts in his mind prevailed
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[Chorus]
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Next day at school he had a gun
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kids continued pushing and making fun
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not knowing what he had planned
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they didn't notice the gun in his hand
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Victims of their own demise
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one by one he stared in their eyes
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He pulled the gun and shot 'em all
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and laughed to himself as he watched em fall
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[Chorus x2]
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Pushed To The Limit
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| Devotchkas |
