We marched into the auditorium.
We were a soaring flock of birds.
An army of friends, never wanting to be separated. Then the fates, miserable beuracracy,
Tore us apart.
It was the ninth grade and us guys were smart.
We were inseparable.
We loved to sing together.
A chorus of beginners.
Slowly we would clap at the
End. We wouldn't stop
Clapping, clapping spontaneously. There was no conspiracy. Protest linked to each
Tore us apart.
It was the ninth grade and us guys were smart.
We were inseparable.
We loved to sing together.
A chorus of beginners.
Slowly we would clap at the
End. We wouldn't stop
Clapping, clapping spontaneously. There was no conspiracy. Protest linked to each
Other by the rotten truth.
Never did we agree to their rule.
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