Verse 4/4 //Am Dm / C6 G // rpt

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// F / E / Am E7 / C Adim /

/ F / E / Ab / G //

The first year was brill, though that word's not allowed,

Lots of colours to paint and playing with sound.

The second's not bad, but our paper gained lines,

The rectangular grid formed anal-ytical minds.

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Then I needed a bag to take some of it home,

The teacher explained 'this bag is your own.'

The bag on one shoulder wore my jacket away,

Kings and queens were inserted - I guess they're here to stay.

I loathed maths and history - just a list of dictators,

My spare tyre, from sitting, grew simultaneous equators.

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I asked 'Why am I here?' and I was told not to shirk.

I thought to myself, 'This frees both my parents to work.'

Yet more books in my bag, a dead weight to heft.

I acquired spinal curves, now I lean to the left.

The first year was brill, though that word's not allowed,

Lots of colours to paint and playing with sound.

And playing with sound ...