| I pack my bag, put it on my shoulders
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| Take my scarf, and kiss my mother
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| It’s still dark outside
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| It’s so early, I rub my eyes
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| I say Hi to the baker, I say Hi
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| I meet my friends at the corner of the street
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| And we talk and we laugh like every morning
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| On Monday, on Tuesday, On Wednesday too
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| I’ll always remember you
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| I sit down in the classroom
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| And look through the window
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| Open my bag, but I’m too slow
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| The teacher is yelling at me again for nothing
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| I don’t care. |
| The bell’s ringing
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| I say Hi to the baker, I say Hi
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| I meet my friends at the corner of the street
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| And we talk and we laugh like every evening
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| On Monday, on Tuesday, On Wednesday too
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| I’ll always remember you
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| I say bye to the baker, I say bye
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| I’ve lost my friends at the corner of the street
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| And I cry, and I cry like every morning
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| On Monday, on Tuesday, On Wednesday too
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| I’ll always remember you |