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School days, School days
Walking in a pain-filled haze
I'm carrying an armload of books
We can't have bags, they think we're crooks
Cramming our books in lockers so skinny
Laughter of the preppies, artificial and tinny
Bells directing our moving about
School lunch tastes like licking tile grout
Only six more months until we get out of hell
Uh oh, I think that was the tardy bell!