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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 |
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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 |
