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Enter the young idealist |
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chasing dragons to slay |
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exit the hustler |
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packing up his M.B.A. |
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Freshmen scream in a classroom |
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was there a sound? |
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first degree in the vacuum |
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I'm on college ground |
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Took a class |
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big fun |
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modern ethics 101 |
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first day learn why |
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ethics really don't apply |
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Prof says, "One trait |
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takes us to a higher state |
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drug free, pure bliss |
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get your pencils, copy this: |
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"Life unwinds like a cheap sweater |
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but since I gave up hope I feel a lot better |
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and the truth gets blurred like a wet letter |
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but since I gave up hope I feel a lot better" |
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Top of the class sits Ernest |
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he was brightest and best |
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till the professor lured him |
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to the hopeless nest |
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Now he lives for the shortcut |
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like a citizen should |
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tells the class with a wink |
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"only the young die good." |
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He says, "Ideals? Uncouth. |
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fatalism needs youth |
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eat well, floss right |
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keep the hungry out of sight |
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save face--nip and tuck |
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praise yourself and pass the buck |
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don't forget the best advice |
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everybody's get a price |
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"Life unwinds like a cheap sweater |
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but since I gave up hope I feel a lot better |
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and the truth gets blurred like a wet letter |
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but since I gave up hope I feel a lot better |
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"While the world winds down to a final prayer |
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nothing soothes quicker than complete despair |
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I predict by dinner I won't even care |
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since I gave up hope I feel a lot better" |
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Nazis plead in a courtroom |
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"Pardon me, boys" |
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profits fall in a boardroom |
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did they make a noise? |
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Someone spreads an affliction |
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company's nice |
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someone sells an addiction |
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puts your soul on ice |
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Half wits knock heads |
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candidates in double beds |
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good guys defect |
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"I can't precisely recollect" |
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teacher's pet theory's fine |
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if you're born without a spine |
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can't you spell wrong? |
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sing it to him Papa John |