In my High School, we separate the rich from the rest.
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Those who wear rags from those who only wear the best.
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An' in my High School, they hold assemblies for the football team,
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But never for the kids with different dreams.
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An' we've got jocks and we've got smokers, rednecks an' jokers:
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There's a category for us all.
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An' we struggle with our homework, our teachers an' their rules.
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Yeah, they just think we're adolescent fools.
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In my High School, there's some who think they're tough as they can be.
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But when I look in their eyes, all I see is insecurity.
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An' in my High School, there's some who'll wait, then there's some who won't.
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Some that cross those lines an' some that don't.
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We've got ac-heads an' we've got rebels; mostly saints, sometimes devils:
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You see them walkin' up an' down the hall.
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An' they struggle with their boyfriends, their girlfriends an' their maths,
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An' they long for the bell that gets them out of class.
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In my High School.
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We laugh, we cry;
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We fall, we fly.
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Sometimes we wonder why we're even here.
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We pass, we fail;
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An' only time will tell,
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If we'll ever make it through these teenage years.
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In my High School, there's some who study for their entrance exams.
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Some who just wanna play guitar in some rock 'n roll band.
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An' in my High School, the seniors just cannot wait for June.
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But they don't realise that we grow up way too soon.
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They'll be doctors, they'll be lawyers; teachers an' warriors,
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An' they'll live out their dreams, big and small.
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And they'll struggle with their jobs; with their husbands an' their wives,
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An' they'll talk about "the best days of their lives",
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In my High School.
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In my High School.
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In my High School.
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In my High School.
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In My High School
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| Blaine Larsen |
