We were born without choice
Nothing else matters for them
They just want to see us studying
And to show to everybody that their children a profession of prestige
Nothing else matters for them
They just want to see us studying
And to show to everybody that their children a profession of prestige
Growing For School
Growing For School
Growing For School
They wanna make us Puppets!
When we arrive in the final straight line
We want to be free but what we see in front of us
It's the oppression mainted so high
We'll want to show our thoughts but we probably can not
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