I'm the school of stay alive,
the school of keep on moving.
The school going through hell,
and hell, I go on through.

I'm the school of wormwood,
of knives and nights and guns,
the school of last-minute leaving,
and the waters of the well.

There is no peace in parting,
but there's a million miles of road.
And I am made of wormwood,
and the school of going on.

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