| Hello there, the class has enough with you they passed
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| Now it’s all just like your body
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| Has only few things past
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| Like the… are found, in brown paper roughly bound
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| Behind the broken chair, in a box under the stairs
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| Smiling at the sunset, swings at the end of the street
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| To the park where we would sometimes meet
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| After it got dark,
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| Smiling at the sunset, swings at the end of the street
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| To the park where we would sometimes meet
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| After it got dark,
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| Hello there, the class has enough with you they passed
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| Now it’s all just like your body
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| Has only few things past
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| Like the… are found, in brown paper roughly bound
|
| Behind the broken chair, in a box under the stairs
|
| Smiling at the sunset, swings at the end of the street
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| To the park where we would sometimes meet
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| After it got dark,
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| Smiling at the sunset, swings at the end of the street
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| To the park where we would sometimes meet
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| After it got dark,
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| Smiling back in black and white
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| Right… the picture, and me
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| Smiling at the sunset, swings at the end of the street
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| To the park where we would sometimes meet
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| After it got dark,
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| Smiling at the sunset, swings at the end of the street
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| To the park where we would sometimes meet
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| After it got dark. |