Another summer rolls by
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And I can't help but feel pain
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All those familiar faces
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Come back to haunt me again
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Whether I hated their guts
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Or hardly knew them at all
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I always felt far away
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Beside them there in the halls
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My yearbook keeps me informed
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My yearbook keeps me in line
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Its an obituary
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Gives me a concept of time
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We've graduated and grown
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From a real world once our own
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Yet we have proven them wrong
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By dropping off all along
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Everyone I Went to High School with Is Dead
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| Mr. Bungle |
