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The Last Time


It's my last year 

Yet, Im a bit afraid

When I should be yelling...

Hip, Hip, Hoooray!

 

I have one last spirit week

Or powder puff game

Making sure I leave

A spot with name 

 

Seems like I just started

Now Im walking across the stage

Trust and believe

I'll visit every game

 

Bye Bye high school

I will miss you so 

Its time to move on

With oppurtunity knocking at the door

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