From Lucente’s Class
Teacher, Teacher
I will make you a deal
Lover, Lover
Love for you I will feel
Mother, Mother
Your perfect child I will be
Friend, Friend
For you I will sail every sea
Top, Top
I will give the Army my all
Sister, Sister
On me you can call
If but one of you
Can give me one reason
Why I should not blow my head off
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