| In your big winter jacket
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| Rain boots covered in mud
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| On your older sister’s
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| '95 Air Max Jordans
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| Baseball card in the spokes
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| Sweatpants and soaking wet ski gloves
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| And you knew there’d be vultures
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| in and around
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| Underneath the darkness closing in from every corner
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| And the rain pours down
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| Too afraid to look over your shoulder
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| Casted shadows from beneath the stairs
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| And it’s seems that there’s no explanation
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| Breathing heavy, you’re frightened, you’re scared
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| There are ropes attached to hinges that were latched above the door
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| And it opened once the wheels began rolling down the floor
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| And it lifted up slowly as the weight began to drop
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| Left you hanging by your ankles at the very, very top
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| You hatched out a plan
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| It was written in the pages of your notebook
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| Step by step instructions that you folded up and kept in a box
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| But you never, never
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| But you never forgot
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| Gung ho
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| All the way down to 31st
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| And by the fraternities
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| Through the halls of Hickey Gym
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| And was the college auditorium
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| From your bedroom you would hear the drummer drum
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| When the band began to play
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| There were raffles and consolation prizes |