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High School Blues

Homework, teacher's a jerk Everyone's complaining All these girls here in the south, only know how to run their mouth Drama, drama, drama People here, are a pain in the rear Someone come and save me "Geeks" and "Freaks" don't know how to speak People are running them over Lunch at twelve, were starving ourselves The food is really nasty Sitting in class, someone passed gas I feel like I am dying Staring at the clock, ready to leave this cell block I can't wait any longer Home at last, schools in the past Do I have to go tomorrow?
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Jul 26, 2013
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