On To The Next

Someone said it was suicide
His empty chair is all - we see
Not that anyone knew him well
But he sat behind me

Now they come with the questioning
Now they?re so sincere:
Do you remember anything
That he said to you here?

If you get close against the window
You can feel it
Closer
A trace of a breeze that makes it through
I remember you said
It?s almost enough that you could breath it
If you had to
That?s what I remember most of you

You can hear a pencil drop
And the fluorescent lights
Lean forward and keep your answers
Out of sight

If you?re stuck on a tricky one
If the question?s too complex
Don?t try too figure it out, they say
Just move on to the next

CHORUS

Who?s to blame for a high-school suicide?
Ooh, they claim it?s the best years of our lives

CHORUS

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