Give me a little room

To get on with concentration

Just enough to know

What I’m missing in education

Borrowing all the hours that you gave to me

It’s a wonder I could ever breathe

Under all our thoughts

We’ll hear the final answer

Of all the things you are that have been paralleled

All the voices that were raised and finally fell

Leers, cheers, whispers and tears

The final taste before you’re taken away

Odds, ends, final amends

It’s all right to say it

Just as long as you don’t really think so

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