| Walking in the hallway terrified
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| And feeling like a worm in the dark
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| Laughing in the classroom
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| Tripped up on the stairs
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| And the teacher doesnt know who you are
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| Hey… fuck you tough guy.
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| Standing in detention people staring
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| Hung beneath a picture of mars
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| Swimming through the garbage
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| Pushed into a locker and the blood really started to flow
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| On my shirt and it hurts and its worse now
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| Hey… fuck you tough guy.
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| No teachers, no parents no classrooms
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| Embarrassed, no students, no idols no music, so jealous Again and you’re gonna
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| do it again
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| You’re gonna do it again
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| Libertine, guillotine set yourself free
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| Systems got you down so ya beat on me innocent
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| Evidence doubled up dry
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| Can’t believe the truth so you swallow thoes lies
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| Homicide, suicide what’s in store?
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| Never seen a game where they play so hard politics.
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| Politics, dancing men, got a new boy so they’re out again Feeling temporary,
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| military, secondary life walking in the hallway.
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| Pushed into a locker and the blood really started to flow
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| On my shirt and it hurts and its worse now.
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| Hey… fuck you tough guy
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| No students, no idols no music, so jealous again
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| And your gonna do it again, your gonna do it again |