Net Years
It is the first year
unfamiliar hallways
New experience
Oh I know this place
I know what I'm doing now
Upper lower class
So much expected
Almost on top of this place
Just give me two years
Almost out of here
Oh senior-itis
Time to say goodbye
Now four years have past
So many I didn't know
I wish I did more
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