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All my teachers, much greater than preachers
All my teachers, much better than their features
I grew up in a rock block
Wearing leather gear and zipper clock
We kissed the girls and ran away
Oh what a shame
We were living on beat street
When i started moving my feet
To Flash and Zapp i joined the gang
The kids they sang
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I remember when the pop died
Didn't like it on the country side
All the precious time I waste
We changed the taste
Moving on to a french house
In the suburb of a funky town
We worked and danced the night away
The DJ played
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This situation, the state I'm in
This education, can never win
From technology to art school
I developped my pop soul
With all my electronic friends
That never ends
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