These last 3 years

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I hope my words echo through your head
I hope you don't forget the things I've said
I've made friends, I've lost some too
Had my own encounters with the mean girls, but I got through
Teachers that loved me, teachers that didn't
And as I walk these halls for the very last time
I'll reminisce these last 3 years
The smiles that I shined
The tears that I shed
Oh as I walk these halls for the very last time
I'll reminisce these last 3 years

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