It was a love so big that it filled his heart
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Til it swelled and finally burst apart
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And where the love spilled out they called it art
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But he never really had no choice
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Whoa, he had no choice
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No, he never had no choice
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When he gave his river a voice
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He never really had no choice.
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He was thinking that the pain came much too soon
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When he locked himself up inside his room
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Well it hurt real bad to write that tune
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but he never really had no choice
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And there were some who could not understand
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When he built those castles with his hands
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And he knew damn well they were only sand
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But he never really had no choice.
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Sometimes a man sometimes a boy
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And he made some music and he made some noise
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But he felt his pain and he felt his joy
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But he never really had no choice.
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There was a beautiful fire inside of him
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As he balanced his way out on that limb
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Could've burned right through that branch so thin
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but he never really had no choice
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And they all talked about him when he died
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They studied and they theorized
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But when he was through they'd laughed and cried
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And he never really had no choice
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It was a love so big that it filled his heart
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'Til it swelled and finally burst apart
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Where the loved spilled out they called it art
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But he never really had no choice
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No Choice
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Edwin McCain |