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| now I'm seventeen |
| My school is in the country |
| Students wear trainers |
| Read the same magazines |
| Now i'm seventeen |
| My school is getting tiresome |
| Teachers-they're so young |
| Singling me out |
| Only like philosophy & after school the time |
| That's what I call my own, my own time |
| Nice girls meet nice boys end of school day |
| While other girls go straight 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 |
| 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 be different |
| I can't go their way |
| Surfing subways, travelling somewhere |
| nowhere nowhere ... |
| now I'm seventeen |
| now I'm |
| seventeen |