(S.B, Scissors, Papers, Papers, Scissors, Papers, Papers, Scissors, Papers, Papers, Scissors, Papers, Papers, Papers, Scissors, Papers, Papers, Papers, Scissors
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A ragweed dog is singing, a squirrel is singing) Laurel Hwagye Susu-mokdan Geumdan-sat Single Monday
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I hated the morning the most, especially during the morning inquiry time
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I'm really tired of the headmaster's cuckoo that keeps on tugging at the tail.
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The tree frog, my polka dots that started there
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I can't feel love
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I wanted to be, time flashes, my height is a year and two years old, I lose my shape as I eat, and the world and the world
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I feel sorry for my dreams that have disappeared one by one while compromising I miss my childhood, it changes
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It's changing, it's going so fast
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I miss the time I used to run around with my friends when I was young
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It's flowing, I've come all the way here My childhood that feels like yesterday With my friends
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I miss the time when we ran and played, I miss you
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Square lunchbox At lunchtime, I was wandering in the classroom with a spoon, then here and there a little bit
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I am grateful for the friendship of my friends who shared a little with me, and mix it all together in my lunch box
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The taste of that lunchbox that I shook and ate, the ultra-strong ultra-capchon five-bangdaebak lunchbox When I get home, my backpack
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The square lunch box that flew inside and the rattling noise I had in the old-fashioned lunch box generation school lunch
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Talking about the news of the new generation, there are a lot of problems with school meals from generation to generation. I miss you.
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Square Lunch Box Scissors, Scissors, Papers, Papers, Papers, Papers, Scissors, Scissors, Scissors
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Scissors, scissors, paper, scissors, scissors, scissors, paper, scissors, scissors, scissors, paper, scissors, scissors
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Even if I didn't study as an alley manager, I'm always the entertainment manager.
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I'm disappointed to see myself living like I'm being dragged away It's my heart that I don't want to live like this, my hope
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But a world that doesn’t feel like me
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Where am I going? Why am I living? I think I know who I am. Why am I like this?
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You might be thinking, no matter what, I had pure and clear eyes than now
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The analog that was there I miss my childhood I change, change, change, move too quickly
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I've come this far My childhood that feels like yesterday The time when I ran and played with my friends
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I miss you, I miss you, I change, I change, I go by too quickly Before I know it, I’ve come this far Just like yesterday
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I feel my childhood, I miss the times when I ran and played with my friends (S.B) |