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You run to the gate |
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But you'll be marked late |
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It's for your own good |
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It's for your own good |
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You're likely to make the grandest mistakes |
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You suffer alone |
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In the skin and the bone |
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Let's sharpen those |
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New sets of arrows |
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For the next generation |
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Of playground martyrs |
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And join in the game |
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Of intolerable shame |
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'Cos everyone shares |
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In the sins of their father's |
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School bell rings |
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Single file in |
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Trade you my unhappily everafters |
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So bring out those things |
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To hammer out the wings |
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Of the next generation |
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Of playground martyrs |
