I feel myself getting sick,
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when summer ends and school begins.
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Oh how the desks begin to dig in my back.
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A sad semester encroaches.
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All the teachers and the coaches weren't tolerant
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of individuals who made up their own minds.
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I made mine too.
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'Cause I'm through.
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[spoken]
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Hey! What am I doing here?
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I have things to do, there's life outside -
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and I'm stuck inside this classroom.
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The loners become cops
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they grow more lonely in their squad cars.
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I find it funny how the all-stars
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are all old & fat.
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The cheerleaders have babies,
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with houses and husbands.
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They should have known.
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Sad Semester
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| Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) |
