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now i'm seventeen
my school is in the country
students wear trainers
read the same magazins
now i'm seventeen
my school is getting tiresome
teachers-they're so young
singling me out
only like philosophy&after school the time
tha's what i call my own time
nice girls meet nice boys end of school day
while other girls go strait home
talking 'bout soaps'n'that
i go home alone
like it watching the nameless people
surfing subways,travelling somewhere
"***nowhere***"
now i'm seventeen
i do not have a title
depend on no one else
busy being kind(to myself)
i go home alone
and have dinner in my sweet home
praying again,again&again
"***peace***"
i see the same faces in school&they say that i am different
i think it's an honour
i say it's an honour to B different
i can't go their way
now i'm seventeen
"***seventeen***"


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Shiina Ringo