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oh she’s only 17, bloody Mary breakfast bustling up the scene

when I was seventeen, it was a very good year

seventeen, don’t change one thing

When I was seventeen, my mother said, Don’t stop imagining

they only want you when you’re seventeen

I went forth with an age old on the edge of seventeen

You won’t be seventeen forever

Тhe day I turned seventeen, the rise of a King and the fall of a Queen

Feels like I’m seventeen

:)


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