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Wake up, time for school Only two more years You wish you had a car To get away from here Same old boring class Cold steel against your legs He's sitting behind you again Would he ever go with you? Don't kid yourself with such thoughts Oh my, how much you've grown So much sexual pressure You thought they were your friends Your choice, no one else's Maybe you'll try a hit You're high, at least you think so The best release you've ever had Don't look, but he sees you Asks if this seat is taken Then he takes hold of your hand Let your wild oats be sown Oh my, how much you've grown. From Letras Mania