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What School Didn't Teach
People say life is this and that
It may be a metaphor
A game of whist perhaps?
Compared to an onion
Some artichokes and alphabets
Interesting allegories but who could really answer that?
At times it's good and bad
Sweet and sad like a long lost love
To where you try to find your way
But things are so crossed up
You learn to live life like a hand in water
I wish I had a quarter for the people not as loyal
Now I've jerry-built a border
Cause' I can't take any deceit
It's not allowed like kids throwing sticks in the street
And addiction is deep
Oh how I wish I had known
Now I'm grown
And my old way of thinking was wrong
I've learned the best teacher really is experience
Aside from yourself
My every step is just as fearless as the last
And learning doesn't stop outside of class
It may be a metaphor
A game of whist perhaps?
Compared to an onion
Some artichokes and alphabets
Interesting allegories but who could really answer that?
At times it's good and bad
Sweet and sad like a long lost love
To where you try to find your way
But things are so crossed up
You learn to live life like a hand in water
I wish I had a quarter for the people not as loyal
Now I've jerry-built a border
Cause' I can't take any deceit
It's not allowed like kids throwing sticks in the street
And addiction is deep
Oh how I wish I had known
Now I'm grown
And my old way of thinking was wrong
I've learned the best teacher really is experience
Aside from yourself
My every step is just as fearless as the last
And learning doesn't stop outside of class
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