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Every other day


Every other day i think to myself

Who in there right mind gave you your degree?

All I wanna do when I walk in your class is to be set free

You don't know how to teach

And your hair is the color of a rotten peach 

The wrinkles on your forehead make a wi-fi sign 

And everytime I hear your voice, I feel like dying

Every other day

 

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