The Beatles, Getting Better

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.

The Beatles, Getting Better
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