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Graduation


He gets up Goes to school Tries to prove That he’s no fool Looks around And hopes that Nobody knows Nobody knows He is fine Girls will stare He doesn’t notice Doesn’t care He keeps on watching Hoping Nobody sees Nobody sees And he doesn’t understand These feelings inside That burn him alive and All he can seem to find Is he’s losing his mind Losing it slowly He goes to church It’s a ploy To show he’s a nice Christian boy But where is God for him now When he’s lost and afraid And no one can save him Looks around Takes a drag How could Daddy love A fag? So he’s back at square one Hoping nobody knows And nobody knows And he doesn’t understand Why he thinks of him When he kisses her goodnight And he finds no comfort there When he sits alone And cries to sleep at night Take the shot, the panorama Born and bred in Indiana And everyday He hides behind his face Broke it off on Graduation Packs the car and Leaves next day Tries to find Someplace where Nobody knows Nobody knows him Takes a breath Its okay It’s the start Of a new day Grabs the wheel and starts To hum it along He don’t know the song, though And he doesn’t understand What packing up And leaving home will do But he can see clearly now That there is still time To try and start anew He gets up Looks around Picks his clothes up Off the ground And now He doesn’t care If everyone knows But nobody knows him
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