I entered it very small without knowing it like everyone else
Behind its walls I grew up and observed every second
I entered it naturally, no one asked for my opinion
I studied its functioning, it's called the school of life
You have to know that here everything is learned, the first joys and angers
And we never really leave this solar establishment
At the school of life there are compulsory subjects
And some courses are optional to train you in your history
Life often starts with the teacher of carelessness
He is useful, he inspires you and then he puts you in confidence
But right after comes the course of responsibilities
You discover headaches and the first failed controls
The course of curiosity is an important passage
By understanding it early enough I saved a lot of time
Then I promised that I would enroll in the promise course
But I was sometimes strong in the course of weakness

At the school of life, everything is learned, everything is taught
Everything is heard, we train, hundreds of subjects
It's the school of life, I wandered in its corridors
I managed in its black holes, I will try to see everything

In the course of big trouble, I got some very good grades
It's this kind of result that makes you know your real friends
It gave me points in advance and a great training
For the course of taking a step back and that of adaptation
I remember the hope course I had facilities
Unless I confuse it with the course of naivety
Then there was a lie course and a truth course
I followed both curricula each has its use
In the course of solitude I had a good potential
Being satisfied with oneself is an essential asset
But I also like the atmosphere that was in the mess course
I quickly understood that existence is better conjugated in the plural
It's that in the course of humanity I had two very good teachers
We had practical work every day my sister and I
I hope that little by little I have well retained their lessons
And that in the school of another life I will transmit in my own way

At the school of life, everything is learned, everything is taught
Everything is heard, we train, hundreds of subjects
It's the school of life, I wandered in its corridors
I managed in its black holes, I will try to see everything

In the course of love story I was long at the back of the class
The ass against the radiator I thought I found my place
But in the middle of recess while I was expecting nothing
I received my most beautiful lesson and the teacher put me very well
In the course of freedom there were many students in trance
The equality course was paying, well done France
For fraternity there was no official course
There were only evening classes far from institutional paths
So we bleed we heal, we inquire we realize
The good shots and the blunders, we dirty we divide
Me to understand existence a little faster or a little better
I chose the course of childhood in town I even took the option suburb
Remains that in the course of happiness the teacher was often sick
We managed all alone we deciphered his charades
Self-taught in feelings there will be no desire without spice
In my cement notebooks I learn life by rhyming

At the school of life, everything is learned, everything is taught
Everything is heard, we train, hundreds of subjects
It's the school of life, I wandered in its corridors
I managed in its black holes, I will try to see everything

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