| At the night school knight school
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| you doodle and you draw anything, anything
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| except what you’re taught
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| you got a bad tooth, bad tooth
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| so you clench your jaw
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| and you concentrate, concentrate
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| on the aching cause it’s keeping you awake
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| forecasters of disasters show proofs that show they’re right
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| but you can block out anything
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| counting every blink of each florescent light
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| in every class on ever single last night
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| that’s right
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| and then the tooth breaks, tooth breaks
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| you can bite down on your toungue
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| and keep a tight smile, tight smile
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| stitched across on your practiced face
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| like it’s all stupidly, stupidly right
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| and when you take down your notes each night
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| and then go back and erase what they say
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| because they say forecasters of disasters want proof that they were right
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| they love to see you learn
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| but they’ll have to wait for a long, long time
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| you can outlast anything
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| you can count every blink of each florescent light in every class
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| on every single last night
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| at the knight school
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| at the knight school
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| at the night school knight school
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| you doodle and you draw anything, anything
|
| except what you’re taught
|
| you got a bad tooth, bad tooth
|
| so you clench your jaw
|
| and you concentrate, concentrate
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| on the aching cause it’s keeping you awake |