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I graduated from the school of no knocks I graduated from the school of no knocks Now I'm down on my knees Asking when will it stop I graduated from the school of no knocks I graduated from the school of no knocks So I'm begging you please Asking when will it stop I was born with a silver spoon Never knew the taste of stainless steel While they were outside living their lives I'm stuck polishing forks and knives There's no worries of stains and rust Or knowing who to really trust With pockets empty and hearts so full The best things don't need polished at all Of course these problems don't amount to shit I think we all know, the things are relative Songtexte So I'm down on my knees Asking when will it stop Yeah I'm down on my knees Asking when will it stop I graduated from the school of no knocks I graduated from the school of no knocks Now I'm down on my knees Asking when will it stop I graduated from the school of no knocks I graduated from the school of no knocks So I'm begging you please Asking when will it stop When will it stop Aus Songtexte Mania