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the air
gets crisp and clear
blows away the fear
and suddenly you hear
your wake-up call
it's the sound
of breaking glass
you gotta move your ass
out of here
it's been too long
a dead end street
a cheap retreat
sometimes you're wasting some time
before you make up your mind
school is out, life's too short
to spend it waiting in line
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