| I wake up, my shoulders cold
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| I've got to leave here, before I go
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| I pull my shirt on, walk out the door
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| Drag my feet along the floor
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| I pull my shirt on, walk out the door
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| Drag my feet along the floor
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| Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus
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| Cruel professor, studying romances
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| How am I supposed to pretend
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| I never want to see you again?
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| How am I supposed to pretend
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| I never want to see you again?
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| Walk to class in front of ya
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| Spilled kefir on your keffiyah
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| You look inside and turn to the door
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| Drag your feet along the floor
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| Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus
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| Cruel professor, studying romances
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| How am I supposed to pretend
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| I never want to see you again?
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| How am I supposed to pretend
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| I never want to see you again?
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| In the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grass
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| And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class
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| In the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grass
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| And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class
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| In the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grass
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| And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class
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| In the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grass
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| And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class |