At the age of 15 your life is defined, it's measured in ounces and grams
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The wisdom of ages is soon pushed away for a crystal that's purchased in drams
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No time for book learning, the street is your school, it teaches a lesson that's real
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You shun lit and science, that's crap for your parents, the only thing real is the deal
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Chorus:
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Words on a page, they're so hard to read
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The will to learn, it's not in your creed
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Why should I care, I reeally can't see
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The teaching of man, they mean nothing to me
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Sports is the answer that's what you've been told,
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it's the only way you'll succeed
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A ball is your teacher, replaces the textbook,
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it's the only tool that you'll need
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History and math are soon pushed away by the glory bestowed by a sport
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The classroom's forgotten, their teachings outdated,
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you live by the rules of the court
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Repeat chorus
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Solo: Skowron
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Solo: Lykins
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Although things aren't perfect, they're trying their best,
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the choice is left up to you
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Resist the temptation of the easy way out,
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the promises made just aren't true
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You've made your decision have given up trying
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and now there is no turning back
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Another statistic for our failing system,
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another that's slipped through the cracks
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Repeat chorus
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Slipped Through The Cracks
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Atrophy |