I used to be mad at my school, the teachers that taught me weren’t cool. You’re holding me down, turning me around, filling me up with your rules.

I used to be mad at my school, the teachers that taught me weren’t cool. You’re holding me down, turning me around, filling me up with your rules.

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I sat at a bar having a beer trying to hold down the stool.
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After six hours of school I've had enough for the day, I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way.