Graduate

Coming off that College high
Into the real world, where you want to die
Find apartments, find a job, find a wife
Hate your life

No one tells you to wake up, you just gotta wake
And make more mistakes
We're expected to save face but really no one knows where we're going

Graduate at the top of your class
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No one tells you to wake up, you just gotta wake
Andit the bottom, first to last
Let a boy love you, cross it out, he'll let you down
Make more mistakes
We're expected to save face but really no one knows where we're going



Credits
Writer(s): Joelle Zima
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