Board me up, the store is closed
Dusty lessons and broken souls
Make the rust run off my nose
Board me up, the store is closed
Dime a dozen paper goods
Broken class and warping wood
Only dirt where my heart once stood
Board me up the store is closed
Just a phase of my younger days
Lines of books out the door
Life was filled but the ring of the till
was totalled to less not more
Sweep my hat and wax the floor
I will study war no more
It is hollow at the core
Board it up, the store is closed
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