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High school...

Long way, narrow
We trip and follow
Crowded years
Of desperate tears

In the large square
Our masters scare
With many papers
For them we're haters

Then our ears ring
And bells sing
They chant a song
But not for long
We're free to go
Like long ago

And we shall never rule
In our dark narrow high school





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