When I'm Gone
THE TIME FOR ME TO LEAVE THE SCHOOL IS NEAR
THE DAY I HOPED WOULD NEVER COME IS HERE
THOUGH I NEVER GOT MY CUP BACK
I MUST SOMEHOW CARRY ON
I THINK I’M GONNA MISS YOU
WHEN I’M GONE
I’M FROM THE CLASS OF SIXTY-FOUR AND YET
SO LITTLE I REMEMBER
SO MUCH I FORGET
BUT THE TWO THINGS THAT’LL STICK WITH ME
ARE BOTH THE BRAINS AND BRAWN
OF THE SCHOOL THAT I AM SURE TO MISS
WHEN I’M GONE
I’M A MAN OF GOD AND SO I GO
TO DO HIS WORK AND WILL
IT’S WHAT I WANT BUT STILL
“J.C.” DOESN’T MEAN “JUST CHILL”
SO INSTEAD OF JUST GOODBYE I’LL SAY SO LONG
AND AS FOR THE FIFTH FLOOR POOL YOU’VE SEARCHED FOR,
YOU’LL CATCH ON
I’M A BETTER MAN THAN I WAS BEFORE
BEING HERE HAS MADE ME STRONG
AND I SURE AM GONNA MISS YOU WHEN I’M GONE
YES I SURE AM GONNA MISS YOU WHEN I’M GONE
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