| In the third grade
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| It was decisions that I made
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| A choice of admiration turned disdain
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| A friendship betrayed
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| By the whispers of a boy who had
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| Turned all attention his way
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| Learn to be friends
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| At that age it’s hard to see
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| Learn to fight your enemies
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| We’re attracted to those things
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| Those things we wish we could be
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| The two Kevins taught me a lesson
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| A lesson in life a lesson in pain
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| A lesson in friendship, a lesson
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| I would learn again and again
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| A changing of time
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| As our interests went their way
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| And the friends we made passed us by
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| A changing of place
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| Where we were at that time and the
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| Course that our own lives would take
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| Learn to be friends
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| To those who reach to you inside
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| Learn to fight your enemies
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| Holding back your fists because
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| You can fight them with your mind
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| The two Kevins taught me a lesson
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| A lesson in life a lesson in pain
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| A lesson in friendship, a lesson
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| I would learn again and again
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| They wouldn’t learn who’s
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| Friendships were genuine
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| It didn’t shine through
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| Eventually I saw the way
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| Lead by the people who’s hearts
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| And souls and minds rang true |