| Don’t cut me, punch me, just let me go
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| Into the nurse’s office where I float away
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| I’m pale as the loose-leaf paper they grow
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| From hollowing out all my lungs in the snow
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| Yeah, I’m coughing
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| I’m bleeding, Band-Aids won’t heal it
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| 'Cause they hate me, so I’m fakin'
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| All of, of this so they take, take me
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| Take me home
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| Give me that pink slip of permission
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| This is old
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| I’m tired of wishing I was ditching
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Teacher, can I sit right there?
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| This bitch behind me is cutting my hair
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| «No, just sit your ass down at the chalkboard, you stare»
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| I faked up a seizure and left then and there
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| Yeah, I’m coughing
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| I’m bleeding, Band-Aids won’t heal it
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| 'Cause they hate me, so I’m fakin'
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| All of, of this so they take, take me
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| Take me home
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| Give me that pink slip of permission
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| This is old
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| I’m tired of wishing I was ditching
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Take me home
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| Give me that pink slip of permission
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| This is old
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| I’m tired of wishing I was ditching
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| Home
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| Old |