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  Frozen hands on the face Echoing, echoing Killing me without a trace The silence, loud in my ear What then, oh my, oh dear, oh dear   That’s it, I’m done, life’s not worth living
Throw away those super hero t-shirts and draws, Take a look at these women in their bras. Trade in those sketchers, And let's get you some J's, Cut that ponytail off And get a fade.
As I walk down the halls in the prison known as school  I see the clown kissing the cheer queen I see the Bull pushing the next Einstein down the hollowed stairs I see the Brick walls creating corners of the prison cells
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