| When you walked in I barely knew it was you;
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| Your neon shades paled by the beige haze of school
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| In your head the same subjects as everyone else
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| It’s okay. |
| It’s what you’re supposed to think about
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| You don’t have to go back
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| There are other courses of attack
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| It’s hard to think of something new
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| But rebel, rebel, Don’t go back to school
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| Remember when we drove through the night from Columbia
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| Screaming our favorite songs at the top of our lungs…
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| Or when you said you’d changed your eyes to green
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| And all you had to do was say it and believe?
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| Save yourself while you still can
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| This could be your last chance
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| It’s hard to dodge the ubiquitous view
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| But rebel, rebel, Don’t go back to school
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| Please, stay here with me
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| We’ll arm ourselves with creativity
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| It’s something I shouldn’t ask of you
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| But rebel, rebel, Don’t go back to…
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| Radical, radical, Don’t go back to…
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| Riot, riot, Don’t back to school |