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Now I'm seventeen
My school is in a 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 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
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 strait home
Talking 'bout soaps n' that
I go home alone
And have dinner in my sweet home
Praying again… Again & 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… No no
I go home all alone
And have dinner in my sweet sweet home
Praying again… Again & again
(& again & again…)
Now I'm seventeen
Now I'm seventeen