| My parents used to say that school was not a joke
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| And as time was passing by, my grades kept looking like one
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| I remember every morning, sitting on my bench
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| Looking out the window, printing faces on my desk
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| Five days a week, and forty-five weeks a year
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| We knew what we liked, and we didn’t like school
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| Oh no, oh no
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| And why in heaven did it have to be so long?
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| We knew what we liked, and we didn’t like school
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| Oh no, oh no, we didn’t like school
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| We didn’t like school
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| Oh no
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| We didn’t like school
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| We didn’t like school
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| Oh no
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| Five days a week, and forty-five weeks a year
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| We knew what we liked, and we didn’t like school
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| Oh no, oh no, OH NO
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| And why in heaven did it have to be so long?
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| We knew what we liked, and we didn’t like school
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| Oh no, oh no, we didn’t like school
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| And now that it’s all over, I think about those days
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| 'Cause everything we had we kept enclosed between those walls
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| On the very last day, my friends certainly recall
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| We had a funny feeling we were leaving lots of things behind
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| Five days a week, and forty-five weeks a year
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| We knew what we liked, and we didn’t like school
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| Oh no, oh no
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| And why in heaven did it have to be so long
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| We knew what we liked, and we didn’t like school
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| Oh no, oh no, we didn’t like school
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| We didn’t like school
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| Oh no
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| We didn’t like school
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| We didn’t like school
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| Oh no
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| We didn’t like school |