Next Semester Lyrics – Twenty One Pilots

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No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no

Stand up straight now (Ooh)
Can’t break down (Ooh)
Graduate now (Ooh)

I don’t wanna be here
I don’t wanna be here

It’s a taste test (Ooh)
Of what I hate less (Ooh)
Can you die of anxiousness? (Ooh)

I don’t wanna be here
I don’t wanna be here
What’s about to happen?
What’s about to happen?

I remember
I remember certain things
What I was wearing
The yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard, “Hey, kid, get out of the road!”

(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
I don’t wanna be here
I don’t wanna be here

Can’t feel my legs (Ooh)
Might suffocate (Ooh)
There’s a pressure in my chest (Ooh)

I don’t wanna be here
I don’t wanna be here
What’s about to happen?
What’s about to happen?

I remember
I remember certain things
What I was wearing
The yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard, “Hey, kid, get out of the road!”

Oh, oh-woah
Oh, oh-woah, oh
Can’t change what you’ve done
Start fresh next semester

I remember
I remember certain things
What I was wearing
The yellow dashes in the street
I prayed those lights would take me home
Then I heard, “Hey, kid, get out of the road!”

Oh, oh-woah (And then he slowed down)
Oh, oh-woah (And rolled down his window)
Oh (And he said)
Can’t change what you’ve done
Start fresh next semester

It’s a taste test
Of what I hate less
I don’t wanna be here
Start fresh with a new year
Oh, oh-woah
Oh, oh-woah, oh
Can’t change what you’ve done
Start fresh next semester

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