The falling of your tears
was the best environmental news
we've had in years
'round here
Everything looks vulgar.... sometimes
I'll write that out a hundred times
Coughing up the chalk dust
I wonder why
Unhappy hour begins
at twelve
And my punishment doesn't just stop
with the final bell
Is anybody there?
Is anybody out there?
Nobody in the whole world seems to care
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