| You woke up fine, it’s almost nine
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| You hear the schoolbell, and you get in line
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| The daily round, the rules that count
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| It’s every day the same
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| Biology and history
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| And you grow bored with that geography
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| We all get by in June, July
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| Those hazy, lazy days
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| Holidays
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| (well it’s a holiday)
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| Time to play
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| No more teachers to obey
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| Holidays, come to stay
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| Hello sunshine
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| (You walk for me, my lover, I’m singin')
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| Goodbye rain
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| Hello sunshine, goodbye rain
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| But time flies by, in June, July
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| And soon you’ll hear the bell to get in line
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| The daily round, the rules that count
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| It’s every day the same
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| Holidays
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| (well it’s a holiday)
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| Time to play
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| No more teachers to obey
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| Holidays
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| (well it’s a holiday)
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| Come to stay
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| Hello sunshine
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| (You walk for me, my lover, I’m singin', sunshine)
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| Goodbye rain
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| Holidays, come to stay
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| Hello sunshine
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| (You walk for me, my lover, I’m singin', sunshine)
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| Goodbye rain |