Oh, the hype we make
And the stipends we pay,
Our hours spent meeting
Deadlines!
Deadlines!
Flat-line...
You're dead!
Aye, there's the rub
That you rub in the sides of your head.
But these blistering balloons are filled
With nothing but air!
So sit down and take the time
To get the knots out of your hair...
We win some, we lose some,
But cool kids like us
Have enough love in our lives
And enough color in our eyes
To make positives out of anything,
It just adds up.
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