| Time’ll change,
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| Slip through the dust,
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| As the bus pulls away from waving hands
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| and the child star.
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| «I bought a comic in the mail
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| and the sign said
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| the stories will shake the sheep
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| from off of you»
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| So gather 'round,
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| just four more stops again,
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| we’ll reach our teachers
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| hallways in the end.
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| Expect the foulest 'cause
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| doubt does not allow it,
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| I see the driver in the glass,
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| this car moving past,
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| While they’re standing,
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| «There's no standing!»
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| The five-year olds eat defeat,
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| soiled in the seats when, «Attention!»
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| and short attention spans.
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| The boy who sweats when he’s caught
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| is touching a palm of a pretty sex
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| who’s cawing, «Where's my baby doll!»
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| Manny the thief, just lost all his teeth
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| to his mama, playing baseball.
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| Ahh oooh…
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| Pick a place and settle,
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| too fast to fright, he pauses
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| at who fought the likes of
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| his older pal.
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| And when they find out who he is,
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| Her eyes were sorry for
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| her brother who waited away «go time»
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| her dead costume just flipped her for the fall
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| And watch the pain go through her
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| The entire body twisted
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| Soldiers in the coldness.
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| The bully grabs at my hair,
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| And punches they fell toward me,
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| tells me, «gonna get me now»
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| The driver pushes the gas,
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| the bully’s schemes caught fast
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| so he spins back,
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| got his attention now.
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| He hits the brakes and we slide
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| and his head hits the side
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| And he screams out,
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| «Creeps, I’ll take you all!»
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| And then he grabs penny dreadful, and looks on the check fulls,
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| And my head sinks, my friends have left my shore
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| Then there’s the stop where Sarah climbs in, she says,
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| «Darling, where’s your heart been?»
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| He laughs in his place.
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| She spits in his face and says, «Bully, you leave my boy alone!
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| Everybody came down just to see me leaving.
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| Baby take my hand now can’t you see I’m happy?
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| When the story’s mine I think I’ll tell it different.
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| It’s a shame to hear the sound
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| when the penny hit the ground
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| and I want to go back home.
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| When does this bus leave?» |