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Well, i ain't about to go to school. And i'm sick and tired of golden rules. They say i'm crazy, from the wrong side of the tracks. I never see them, but they're always on my back. Well, i'm sick and tired of cleaning room. And it's the final bell for pushing broom. Damned if i do, and then i'm damned if i don't. Won't someone tell me what it is they all want? It makes me blue! Ooh, i live with fools! Ooh, it makes me blue! Ooh, i live with fools! I just can't take it! My teachers all gave up on me. No matter what they say, i disagree. And when i need something to soothe my soul, I listen to too much rock 'n' roll. Don't want no class reunion. This circus just left town. Why behave in public if you're Livin' on a playground? It makes me blue! Ooh, i live with fools! Ooh, it makes me blue! Ooh, i live with fools!
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