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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