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Late out the door, grab my clothes off the floor, backpack and books cause school is a chore
Coming straight out the block, punk rock ain't no shock, blue hair everywhere cause we got the stock
Slide by all the narcs, as the late alarm barks, take a nap in the class on a film about sharks
Try to make my way through, but it's all I can do, cause I keep coming back and all I thik about is you
Didn't want to go, didn't want to stay, didn't want to lie by my side
I don't really care cause I'll still be there swallowing my pride
Someday I'm going to be there
Step out in the hall, with the girls dressed like dolls, and the burn-outs are baked as they step out the stalls
See the games that they play, cause they practice all day, and the more that I see the less I have to say but
It's a quarter to ten, by your locker again, cauze I know you'll be coming round the corner with your friend
Try to make my way through, but it's all I can do, cause I keep coming back and all I think about is you
Listen when I say
Today is the day
And I'm on my way

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