| I was having dinner
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| At a resturant with friends
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| A doctor, a lawyer and a bussinessman
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| And a high school teacher,
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| Who lived downstairs from me.
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| They got to talking about wallstreet almost crashed
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| About this recession and how much it set em back
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| Then the lawyer made the mistake,
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| Of asking the teacher,
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| «What do you make?»
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| She said I make kids work harder,
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| Than ever thought they could.
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| I make little smiley faces,
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| when I think they’re being good
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| You might not appreciate it,
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| But I make a difference
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| I make a C minus feel,
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| Like a medal of honor
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| And an A minus,
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| A dissapointment to a scholar.
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| I won’t let them settle
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| For anything less than their best.
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| I make study hall quiet,
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| For almost 40 minutes.
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| I’ll forgive your rudeness,
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| I don’t believe it was intended.
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| But how dare you ask me,
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| «What do I make?»
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| I make the classroom a place,
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| Where imagination flys.
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| And knowledge a ticket,
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| To a better life.
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| I’m the reason,
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| A lot of kids, graduated.
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| I make a difference.
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| Her face turned red,
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| She realized she’d lost it |
| The room got quiet.
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| And when everyone applauded,
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| She said I make kids believe,
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| That it’s alright to dream.
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| With a little faith and hardwork,
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| You can do anything.
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| I cried the day Lamar, graduated.
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| Oh I believe to teach,
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| Is to touch a life forever.
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| And it’s what we learn today
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| That’ll make tomorrow better.
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| I’m worth a whole lot more,
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| Than I get paid.
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| I make a difference.
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| Oh I make a difference
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| You make a difference |