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We're sitting in the cubicles,
Alone with a shiny metal friend,
It's the only thing we can truely depend,
We're in the corridors breaking down,
No one seems to understand,
Education isn't right for all,
So we're often looking the fool,
We're screaming out for help,
Somone to notice,
to see, to hear,
We're lost,
We're empty,
We're sitting in the cubicles,
Four in a row,
We're sitting in the corridors,
Tears rolling down our faces,
We aint sure if we are going places
Maybe we're just going to waste it?
Where were you when I needed you?
Off your face in the bottom of a bottle,
We're in the cubicles hurting,
We're in the corridors crying,
But no one ever asks why.

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