| Everyday I go to a school that likes to help with learning
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| One two threes, they’re the keys, basic math, very easy
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| To Baldi’s world of fun where no one leaves 'til educated
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| Every door is locked up tight, stay inside, till we’re graded
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| The students try their best to
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| Better their education
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| Comprehend the material
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| Study hard, relay every detail
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| Nobody wants detention
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| We only want attention
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| Even when life is tough
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| Oddly quarters are enough
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| This is how we live our lives searching
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| For the answers inside of every page, and I’m here
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| Wondering if one day, we’ll
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| Finally be free from this cage
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| Is it okay, to have a feeling, that
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| Maybe there is more to this game, however
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| Now, no time to question…
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| So just behave
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| Walking across the hallways, finding notebooks so we matter
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| Follow every single rule or he’ll take out his wooden ruler
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| For he is listening and watching everyone’s progression
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| All mistakes have consequences, so answer right with every question
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| Try to add up excuses
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| Nothing will make a difference
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| Baldi knows every door that we open
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| Following from behind, we can hear him
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| There is no place for playtime
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| Avoid them all from every side
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| Better to leave him be
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| Follow his philosophy
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| This is how we live our lives searching
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| For the answers inside of every page, and I’m here
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| Wondering if one day, we’ll
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| Finally be free from this cage
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| Is it okay, to have a feeling, that
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| Maybe there is more to this game, however
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| Now, just keep behaving…
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| Sweep through the halls, to escape, will have some sacrifices
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| No room for jealousy, I’ve got no time to
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| Play, hide and seek, cus eventually he’ll surely find me
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| Have to be brave or better keep behaving
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| Count till I don’t know what counts, every
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| Inch of fear is all that’s ingrained
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| Can’t understand. |
| What’s the solution?
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| The problem is the mess in my brain
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| I’m pushed around, with all the pressure, to
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| Be here when I don’t want to stay
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| There’s gotta be some sort of exit…
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| To get away |