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Lletres: The Academy Is.... Fast Times at Barrington High. Test.

Look like a lush, talk like a tease
The way you like it
In front of your house, alone on the street
You ask me to come inside

Asleep through all our classes
You hang me out to dry

If this is a test I?m losing my shit
Would it kill you to care as much as I did?
If this is a test I?m wasting my breath
You?re a stranger I know well and not at all

Heart on a hook, thrown out to the sea
Your basement busy
Sitting in the dark, I turn the radio off
For a phone call you?ll likely miss

Wake me when it?s over
The last sound of goodbye

If this is a test I?m losing my shit
Would it kill you to care as much as I did?
If this is a test I?m wasting my breath
You?re a stranger I know well and not at all

Let?s imagine the end before we even begin you said
Let?s imagine the end before we even begin you said
You said, you said

If this is a test I?m losing my shit
Would it kill you to care as much as I did?
If this is a test I?m wasting my breath
You?re a stranger I know well

If this is a test I?m losing my shit
Would it kill you to care as much as I did?
If this is a test I?m wasting my breath
You?re a stranger I know well and not at all, not at all
You?re a stranger I know well and not at all, and not at all
You?re a stranger I know well