| All my teachers,
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| Much greater than preachers
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| All my teachers,
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| Much better than their features
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| I grew up in a rock block
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| Wearing leather gear and zipper clock
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| We kissed the girls and ran away
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| Oh what a shame
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| We were living on beat street
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| When I started moving my feet
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| To Flash and Zapp I joined the gang
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| The kids they sang
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| All my teachers,
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| Much greater than preachers
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| All my teachers,
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| Much better than their features
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| I remember when the pop died
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| Didn’t like it on the country side
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| All the precious time I waste
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| We changed the taste
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| Moving on to a french house
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| In the suburb of a funky town
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| We worked and danced the night away
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| The dj played
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| All my teachers,
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| Much greater than preachers
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| All my teachers,
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| Much better than their features
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| All my teachers,
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| Much greater than preachers
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| All my teachers,
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| Much better than their features
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| This situation,
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| The state I’m in This education,
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| Can never win
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| From technology to art school
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| I developped my pop soul
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| With all my electronic friends
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| That never ends
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| All my teachers,
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| Much greater than preachers
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| All my teachers,
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| Much better than their features
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| All my teachers,
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| Much greater than preachers
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| All my teachers,
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| Much better than their features
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| All my teachers,
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| Much greater than preachers
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| All my teachers,
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| Much better than their features |