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You teach in lies, But all you do is hide. Behind your desk you sit, You probably browse for shit. You can't aford to buy. But don't deny, You would rather be Somewhere else besides teaching me.
Teachers always ask you about what you want to be "Mijo, are you making the right descisions" Mom shortly follows  Everyone around you tries to line you up On a straight line to adulthood
Cease your endless lecturing. Look at them. Watch. Listen. Crack a smile for God's sake. You are their superior, but every once in a while, they want to be noticed,
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