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"Russ" is what they call us
And we're quite a sight
By making a big fuss
With parties day and night
Three weeks of celebration
The exams are up next
Then it's graduation
you get a paper with text
The big day is coming
Our final day in school
They have kept saying
The brain is a tool
Exams are of importance
So far the biggest test
Sensing reverence
Wanting to be best
We're all both
Smart and dumb
We loathe
to be numb
How it turned out
We've been told by mail
We all stand there stout
Those who pass, those who fail
Looking at each other
Sharing the same fear
Wanting another
Joyful senior year
Our diplomas we get
Tears fill our eyes
Cheeks are all wet
Saying our good-bye's
Over are the schooldays
Knowing that we'll be
Going separate ways
Have never felt so free
Standing there, remembering
The first day we met
Each of us knowing
We will never forget
The real world is awaiting us
Don't know what to do
They call us "Russ"
The class of 2002
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