| Adam speaks and nobody listens
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| He’s so depressed but no one sees him
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| Cindy copes, Yeah she seems okay
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| All the drugs get her through the day
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| Steven counts things over and over
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| And he’s unable to get it together
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| Jane’s so quiet, she did not fuel
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| She asked for all the ridicule
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| These halls leave us with scars
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| These halls determine who we are
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| No place for the sad or alone
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| It’s where we learn
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| And where we grow
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| Theses halls leave us with scars
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| These halls determine who we are
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| Youth is short and youth so cold
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| So many stories never told
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| Jean is the center of all attention
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| The things at home, to them,
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| She cannot mention
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| Richard lost his every last hope
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| They found there,
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| Hanging by a rope
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| These halls leave us with scars
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| These halls determine who we are
|
| No place for the sad or alone
|
| It’s where we learn
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| And where we grow
|
| Theses halls leave us with scars
|
| These halls determine who we are
|
| Youth is short and youth so cold
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| So many stories never told
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| Bred for a life of competition
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| Led by our peers with no suspicion
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| Where we’re taught to keep in time
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| To take a number and get back in line
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| And throw all our individuality away
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| These halls leave us with scars
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| These halls determine who we are
|
| No place for the sad or alone
|
| It’s where we learn
|
| And where we grow
|
| Theses halls leave us with scars
|
| These halls determine who we are
|
| Youth is short and youth so cold
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| So many stories never told
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| Never told |