She walks with head hung under

Under her shoulders cus it seems

Theres no way out

She'd rather take her chances

Down in a lions den than stay

One more second

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To save her soul

The bell tolls

One more hour

Of this hellhole

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Caught on the verge

As I tumble

I can only use one word

​

Is that you Mr Simpson?
Where were you wen Tracy screamed

Her hairs on fire

She's got to fend for herself

Cus shes the source of their wet dreams

And dark desires

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The smell takes hold

The bell tolls

One more hour

Of this hellhole

​

Caught on the verge

As I tumble

I can only use one word

​

Caught on the verge

As I tumble

I can only use one word

​

And that's...

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Continuing the cycle

Of intellect deprival

Cus when I as for help they look as me as if I'm 'entitled'

(Down untamed halls they brawl)

Young minds are turning tribal

Head teachers standing idle

And I'm still waiting on my GCSE of survival

(Regardless hands they brawl)

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Caught on the verge

As I tumble

I can only use one word

​

Caught on the verge

As I tumble

I can only use one word

​

Caught on the verge

As I tumble

I can only use one word

​

Caught on the verge

As I tumble

I can only use one word

​

And that's......