Another summer rolls by And I can't help but feel pain All those familiar faces Come back to haunt me again Whether I hated their guts Or hardly knew them at all I always felt far away Beside them there in the halls My yearbook keeps me informed My yearbook keeps me in line Its an obituary Gives me a concept of time We've graduated and grown From a real world once our own Yet we have proven them wrong By dropping off all along
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