Ever since the stork came
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We've heard of scholarly pride
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And passionate drive
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Every since the stork came
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We've held the flag at highest highs
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Looked at by dishonest eyes
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And now that we're vacant, with a badge on our chest
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We preach of good ethics and the grade A - what success
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Our shells are painted gold
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And our minds are rendered full
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Though we have not a thought of well-being
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Or what is desperately the truth
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Ever since the stork came
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We've known to work hard all along
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Then happiness comes
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Ever since the stork came
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No one's seen the ways we are blind
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To the walls built inside
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And now that we're vacant, with a badge on our chest
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We preach of good ethics and the grade A - what success
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Our shells are painted gold
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And our minds are rendered full
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Though we have not a thought of well-being
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Or what is desperately the truth
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Far away someplace where the streets lead to both fear and love
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It's okay to fail and fall, there's no formula to uphold
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Laws of the unruly and standards of the seemingly wise
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Dissolve beneath a stereotype's demise
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Our shells are painted gold
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And our minds are rendered full
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Though we have not a thought of well-being
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Or what is desperately the truth
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Ever Since The Stork Came
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| Katie Costello |
