In the third grade
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It was decisions that I made
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A choice of admiration turned disdain
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A friendship betrayed
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By the whispers of a boy who had
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Turned all attention his way
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Learn to be friends
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At that age it's hard to see
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Learn to fight your enemies
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We're attracted to those things
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Those things we wish we could be
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The two Kevins taught me a lesson
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A lesson in life a lesson in pain
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A lesson in friendship, a lesson
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I would learn again and again
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A changing of time
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As our interests went their way
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And the friends we made passed us by
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A changing of place
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Where we were at that time and the
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Course that our own lives would take
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Learn to be friends
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To those who reach to you inside
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Learn to fight your enemies
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Holding back your fists because
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You can fight them with your mind
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The two Kevins taught me a lesson
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A lesson in life a lesson in pain
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A lesson in friendship, a lesson
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I would learn again and again
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They wouldn't learn who's
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Friendships were genuine
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It didn't shine through
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Eventually I saw the way
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Lead by the people who's hearts
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And souls and minds rang true
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Two Kevins
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Cigar |