The same and the different |
It was same may - some cold and pretty hot. I'm stayin' near the underground and smoking as in last may.
There were pop-punk in pleer, but now it's full of French pop and strange English electro.
Different dreams were in head, but sweet sad was there too.
Last may I finished school, this may I’m startin' new life.
I sorry about only one thing - I never’ll be the same kid like that may.
The may is so same and so deferent...
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