Lyrics

Ron Keyes Taxi ID#: C-0702-6574

HIGHSCHOOL

V.1
I'm tired of the monuments on your technological shelf
I'm tired of you talking to me like I'm somebody else
I'm sick of the arguments that make me feel so cruel

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And I'd sell my soul if it'd keep you going from going back
Sell my soul if it'd keep you from going back
Sell my soul if it'd keep you from going back
To your old highschool

V.2
I'm shook by the playing cards of your particular cast
I'm shook when I'm seeing you with your head up your past
I'm hurt when I'm trying hard just to end up the fool

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V.3
I'm good for a fraction of an unprofessional state
I'm good for compassion but just a little too late
I'm bad with reaction to your unforgivable rule

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©Ron Keyes 1998