| Well we’ve been here once before
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| And we’ve stuck it out for more
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| When we come around we’ll settle down
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| The cracks below the floor
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| Has it been eleven years
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| Since i’ve stood here with my peers
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| And we started out to conquer doubt and frisbee
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| I should’ve been a whole lot farther
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| I’m never going back to college
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| For just one good day job
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| You’re not missing much for sure
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| Only everything that’s yours
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| And at times it fails and we’re full sail in the gutter
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| Is this home 'cause i forgot
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| If it is then thanks a lot
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| 'cause i can’t pretend to know one end from the other
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| I should’ve been a whole lot farther
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| I’m never going back to college
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| For just one good day job
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| You’re not missing much for sure
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| Only everything that’s yours
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| At times it fails and we’re full sail in the gutter
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| Is this home 'cause i forgot
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| If it is then thanks a lot
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| 'cause i can’t pretend to know one end from the other
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| I should’ve been a whole lot farther
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| I’m never going back to college
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| For just one good day job… |