| Well the dawn was coming
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| Heard him ringing on my bell
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| He said, My name’s the teacher
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| That is what I call myself
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| And I have a lesson
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| That I must impart to you
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| It’s an old expression
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| But I must insist it’s true
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| Jump up, look around
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| Find yourself some fun
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| No sense in sitting there hating everyone
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| No man’s an island and his castle isn’t home
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| The nest is full of nothing when the bird has flown
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| So I took a journey
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| Threw my world into the sea
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| With me went the teacher
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| Who found fun instead of me
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| Hey man, what’s the plan, what was that you said?
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| Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
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| I try to socialize but I can’t seem to find
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| What I was looking for, got something on my mind
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| Then the teacher told me
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| It had been a lot of fun
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| Thanked me for his ticket
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| And all that I had done
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| Hey man, what’s the plan, what was that you said?
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| Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
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| I try to socialize but I can’t seem to find
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| What I was looking for, got something on my mind |