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They send you to this school And said fill your head with knowledge My head is full my dear There is nothing else I can learn! False. The mutterings in the hallway Cries in the night Ribs through the shirt Emptied my head Columbus does not teach you how to survive Aristotle does not tell you how to fight Hemingway does not teach you pain. They send you to this school And said fill your head with knowledge I emptied my head And filled it with what I learned. That’s what you wanted, right?
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Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 5:16 PM UTC
The School for Learning.
They send you to this school And said fill your head with knowledge My head is full my dear There is nothing else I can learn! False. The mutterings in the hallway Cries in the night Ribs through the shirt Emptied my head Columbus does not teach you how to survive Aristotle does not tell you how to fight Hemingway does not teach you pain. They send you to this school And said fill your head with knowledge I emptied my head And filled it with what I learned. That’s what you wanted, right?
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mary-catherine
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 5:16 PM UTC
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