Wicked
dear old shiz
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Glinda, is it true you were her friend?
Well, it depends what you mean by friend
I did know her, that is our paths did cross at school
Oh hallowed halls and vine-draped walls
The proudliest sight there is
When gray and sere our hair hath turned
We shall still revere the lessons learned
In our days at dear old Shiz
Our days at dear old
Old, dear old Shiz