Dashing through the halls
In a worn-out pair of shoes
I've little left to win
And everything to lose
I know I'm running late
It's ten seconds to eight
I run into the classroom where
Ms. Jones decrees my fate.
Oh, finals week, finals week
Judgment day is here
Sleepless nights proliferate
This dreaded time of year
Finals week, finals week
The outcome's pretty clear
Try to run, but can't escape
The student's greatest fear.
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