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deep in my heart
i hope that school won't start again
with all the torments heaven send
but slowly summer's coming to an end
don't you remember we used to be friends
gather your troops
turn me into your laughing stock
and start a fire in my bag
or press my head down in a garbage can
i can't imagine we used to be friends
so you made shure
that no one dares to like me
and you slash the tires of my bike
there is nothing you can do that will surprise me
i won't remember we used to be friends
i close my eyes
and hope you die
and when you're gone
i know the sun
will come back to me
