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I see your postcard hanging from a broken ladderI watch the roof as the rain goes pitter, pitter, patterI see the grease and the oil come dripping from the batter, batter, batterBut I used to hang around at that schoolIt was fun as we used to laughall the way across the yardStruggle hard in the yard as the tension gets beneath youI've tried a thousand times or maybe more just to reach youWater drips, head trips enough to make you wanna recluse, recluse, recluseBut I used to hang around at that schoolIt was fun as we used to laughall the way across the yardWe would drink and smoke cigarettesTrying desperately to unwindAgain we'd talk about our livesAfter that we'd go on home From Letras Mania