School for the Dead pick a gripe

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There she goes
Look at her
I can't wait for much longer
Who's that guy
That she's with
He looks like me, only stronger
There's a collection of gripes in my hat
Pick a gripe
Any gripe
Pick a friend, friends forever
Look at her
She's my type
Very cute, very clever
There's a series of doubts to destroy
We were laughing, we were waiting
What else is there to do
You had trouble, concentrating
I had trouble too
We're so busy celebrating
I forgot to celebrate you
Your biggest regret is in your hands
I'll never forget or understand
There's a line
I could cross
But instead, I stare at it
‘Cause what was mine
Had been lost
I was fine, she had had it
There's a collision of clouds overhead
We were laughing, we were waiting
What else is there to do
You had trouble, concentrating
I had trouble too
We're so busy celebrating
I forgot to celebrate you
Your biggest regret is in your hands
I'll never forget or understand

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