| If I’m just a slave to my high school days
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| Then when does a boy become a man
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| They say at 16 I will get tough and mean
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| College prep rally pep peachy keen
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| And ill meet a gal and take her to the prom
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| And maybe we’ll make out by the old viewpoint
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| But, there are no gals, no pep rallies, good pals
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| Stay away from these high school
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| My teacher says that I’m brilliant
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| My mother says I’m a star
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| My girlfriend just avoids me
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| But I still pay for the dinner and the movie
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| My room is filled with abandon
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| My homework is yet left undone
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| I look at pictures of myself as a small child
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| All filled with hope and so alive but
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| Oh, these high school days
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| Take that away, take me away, take me away
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| Stress and hard duress replace the hope I had everyday
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| All these high school days
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| Take that away, take myself away
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| If only I could skip forward or back
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| The best years of my life oh my god I hope not lets go
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| I hope not lets go
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| My friends are overachievers
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| My love is burning me down
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| My left nut has this crazy itch during homeroom
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| Oh god that girl just saw me scratch my
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| All control is now spiraling
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| My grades look pretty damn low
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| I want to motivate myself, but how the hell am I supposed to work
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| I do not love these high school days
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| Take that away, take me away, take me away
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| Stress and hard duress replace the hope I had everyday
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| All these high school days
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| Take that away, I take myself away
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| If only I could skip forward or back
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| The best years of my life oh my god I hope not lets go
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| I hope not lets go
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| So listen young boys to the words that I speak
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| Heed then and hold them to stay
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| Never let go of the cowboy inside
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| Or you’ll die in your high school days |