Basics In Behavior

The Living Tombstone

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    Everyday I go to a school that likes to help with learning
    One two threes, they're the keys, basic math, very easy
    To Baldi's world of fun where no one leaves till educated
    Every door is locked up tight, stay inside, till we're graded

    The students try their best to
    Better their education
    Comprehend the material
    Study hard, relay every detail
    Nobody wants detention
    We only want attention
    Even when life is tough
    Oddly quarters are enough

    This is how we live our lives searching
    For the answers inside of every page, and I'm here
    Wondering if one day, we'll
    Finally be free from this cage
    Is it okay to have a feeling, that
    Maybe there is more to this game? However
    Now, no time to question
    So just behave

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    Walking across the hallways, finding notebooks so we matter
    Follow every single rule or he'll take out his wooden ruler
    For he is listening and watching everyone's progression
    All mistakes have consequences, so answer right with every question

    Try to add up excuses
    Nothing will make a difference
    Baldi knows every door that we open
    Following from behind, we can hear him
    There is no place for playtime
    Avoid them all from every side
    Better to leave him be
    Follow his philosophy

    This is how we live our lives searching
    For the answers inside of every page, and I'm here
    Wondering if one day, we'll
    Finally be free from this cage
    Is it okay to have a feeling
    That maybe there is more to this game? However
    Now, just keep behaving

    Sweep through the halls, to escape, will have some sacrifices
    No room for jealousy, I've got no time to
    Play, hide and seek, 'cause eventually he'll surely find me
    Have to be brave or better keep behaving

    Count till I don't know what counts, every
    Inch of fear is all that's ingrained
    Can't understand
    What's the solution? The problem is the mess in my brain
    I'm pushed a-round, with all the pressure
    To be here when I don't want to stay
    There's gotta be some sort of exit
    To get away

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    Composition: Yoav Landau

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