| We all know that you’re back in town
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| Your old boat keeps running the ground
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| Your captain’s gone and the sails are broken
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| Well, you’ve got elephant ears
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| You’re wise beyond your years
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| I swear your head gets bigger everytime I see you
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| 'Cause we were paid to lose
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| Chicage public school
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| Teacher, I know your game and I’m playing
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| You know that I can’t say
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| How I get through the day
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| But my feet are sore when that bell starts ringing
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| In a classroom with no locking doors
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| In a classroom with unswept floors
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| I’m a man in the corner and I’m waiting to sweep it
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| 'Cause we were paid to lose
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| Chicage public school
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| Teacher, I know your game and I’m playing
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| 'Cause we tried to lose
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| 'cause we won’t ever win
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| I’m telling you this for the third time
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| Take the green line, green line
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| Take the red line all the time
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| My legs are burning, back together
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| Take the blue line, blue line
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| And take the purple line some of the time
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| My legs are burning, back together
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| 'Cause we were paid to lose
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| We won’t ever win
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| I’m telling you this for the last time |