High School All Over
the trees whisper a secret
the flowers glare and giggle
the grass rustles in laughter
the stream runs the gossip through the whole forest
i guess no matter where you go
its high school all over
the flowers glare and giggle
the grass rustles in laughter
the stream runs the gossip through the whole forest
i guess no matter where you go
its high school all over
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