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Rewind


Yeah, this is a small-town school,

And most people try to be cool.

We know everybody, teachers know us,

But seriously, back off, stay out of our personal stuff.

You stand up and lecture, kids fall behind.

Don't you have a button? Kinda like "rewind"

You all say "no phone's in class!"

Honestly, what's the point of that?

After graduation, we'll prove you wrong.

We'll all find our place, right where we belong.

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