| Fall his here, hear the yell
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| Back to school, ring the bell
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| Brand new shoes, walking blues
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| Climb the fence, books and pens
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| I can tell that we’re going to be friend
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| I can tell that we’re going to be friend
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| Walk with me, Suzy Lee
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| Through the park and by the three
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| We will rest upon the ground
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| And look at all the bugs we found
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| The safely walk to school without a sound
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| Safely walk to school without a sound
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| Well here we are, no one else
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| We walk to school all by ourselves
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| There’s dirt on our uniforms
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| From chasing all the ants and worms
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| We clean up and now it’s time to learn
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| We clean up and now it’s time to learn
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| Numbers, letters, learn to spell
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| Nouns, and books, and show and tell
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| (At) playtime we will throw the ball
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| Back to class, through the hall
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| Teacher marks our height against the wall
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| Teacher marks our height against the wall
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| And we don’t notice any time pass
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| We don’t notice anything
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| We sit side by side in every class
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| Teacher thinks that I sound funny
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| But she likes the way you sing
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| Tonight i’ll dream while i’m in bed
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| When silly throughts go through my head
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| About the bugs and alphabet
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| And when I wake tommorow i’ll bet
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| That you and I will walk together again
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| Cause I can tell that we’re going to be friend
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| Cause I can tell that we’re going to be friend
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| (Merci à gaetan pour cettes paroles) |