Evening in the city
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Mirage of neon lights.
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And now, it seems,
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You have become closer and dearer to me.
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I'm with you like on ice
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I'm walking along the asphalt.
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You better listen to me.
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Schoolgirl,
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Still, in my heart I am still the same schoolgirl.
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From resentment, it still hurts under the shoulder blade.
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Schoolgirl,
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I so want to confess my love to you,
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But rumor, like a mother in a saying, does not order,
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Doesn't tell...
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The night will flap its wings
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And it will become quieter and darker.
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You know I'm strong
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But loneliness is stronger.
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But the emptiness is stronger
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Dry lips dumbness,
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You better listen to me.
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Schoolgirl,
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Still, in my heart I am still the same schoolgirl.
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From resentment, it still hurts under the shoulder blade.
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Schoolgirl,
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I so want to confess my love to you,
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But rumor, like a mother in a saying, does not order,
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Doesn't tell...
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little spark
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The plane melts in the sky.
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I sincerely believe
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That the loneliness will go away.
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I'll tie a white bow
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And I will invite you
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We will celebrate the New Year together.
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Schoolgirl,
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Still, in my heart I am still the same schoolgirl.
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From resentment, it still hurts under the shoulder blade.
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Schoolgirl,
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I so want to confess my love to you,
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But rumor, like a mother in a saying, does not order,
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Doesn't tell... |