| Last year was tough again, she’d never been
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| Any good at blending in
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| By now she’s used to the way they stare
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| The girl who don’t belong anywhere
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| Hair falling to her knees
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| As she read 'bout wolves and wizardry
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| But she’s been wondering since the sixth grade
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| What it’d be like if people could change
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| And maybe this year
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| She’ll walk through the doors and they’ll all cheer
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| Eyes off the floor, she’ll have no fear
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| When she goes back to school, she’ll be so much better
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| And maybe as soon as September
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| Nobody will even remember
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| How they could be so cruel
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| When she goes
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| Back, back, back, back, back
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| Back, back, back, back, back
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| When she goes back
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| When she goes, when she goes back to school
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| I sleep through the summer nights
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| As she writes out stories in the kitchen light
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| The hero trapped in the tower
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| She counts the days and the hours
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| Musta dread walking down the hall
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| Every fall, just wishing she could be so small
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| Her dad say, «Honey, you’re just shy»
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| And he thinks if she could just try
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| And maybe this year
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| She’ll walk through the doors and they’ll all cheer
|
| Eyes off the floor, she’ll have no fear
|
| When she goes back to school, she’ll be so much better
|
| And maybe as soon as September
|
| Nobody will even remember
|
| How they could be so cruel
|
| When she goes
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| Back, back, back, back, back
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| Back, back, back, back, back
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| When she goes back
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| When she goes, when she goes back to school
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| When she goes
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| Back, back, back, back, back
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| Back, back, back, back, back
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| When she goes back
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| When she goes, when she goes back to school
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| When she goes
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| Head smiling in a yearbook
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| What do they see when they look
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| At her face
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| And she wakes every morning
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| Wondering if it’s the one she finally
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| Finds a place
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| And maybe this year
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| She’ll walk through the doors and they’ll all cheer
|
| Eyes off the floor, she’ll have no fear
|
| When she goes back to school, she’ll be so much better
|
| And maybe as soon as September
|
| Nobody will even remember
|
| How they could be so cruel
|
| When she goes
|
| Back, back, back, back, back
|
| Back, back, back, back, back
|
| When she goes back
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| When she goes, when she goes back to school
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| When she goes
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| Back, back, back, back, back
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| Back, back, back, back, back
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| When she goes back
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| When she goes, when she goes back to school
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| When she goes |