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Can I graduate?
Can I look at faces that I meet?
Can I get my punk-ass of the street,
I've been living on for so long?
Can I graduate?
To the bastard talking down to me,
Your whipping boy calamity,
Cross your fingers,
I'm going to knock it all down.
Can I graduate?
Echo fading, we can't let go,
She goes walking by in slow mo',
Sell your heart out for a buck,
Go
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