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I’ve been called to see the ‘Head Master’ It makes my stomach churn I somehow thought I’d outgrown this But perhaps I haven’t after all I want to get it over with Will I be told off? Expelled? Or is there good news just for me? Who can tell? Who can tell? I have a clear conscience I hold my head up high I’ve done the very best I can I’ve tried and tried Someone’s got it in for me I really think they have I think they want to kick me hard And beat me to the ground Get up again and carry on Get up and face the storm I really need a victory To prove the mystic law
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
Headmaster
I’ve been called to see the ‘Head Master’ It makes my stomach churn I somehow thought I’d outgrown this But perhaps I haven’t after all I want to get it over with Will I be told off? Expelled? Or is there good news just for me? Who can tell? Who can tell? I have a clear conscience I hold my head up high I’ve done the very best I can I’ve tried and tried Someone’s got it in for me I really think they have I think they want to kick me hard And beat me to the ground Get up again and carry on Get up and face the storm I really need a victory To prove the mystic law
27th May 2016
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
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