I don't feel any different
but before I get up in the mornin'
before I get outta bed
the taste in my mouth and the light through the sheets
I can almost hear Roma, my mother, dryin' her hair.
I can almost hear Roma, my mother,
and it's time to get ready to go to school
and I'm back in grade seven, grade eight, all over again,
but it's all from the taste in my mouth I'm sure.
And I'm walking around
and the light's comin' in through the curtains
and I'm back in grade seven, grade eight, all over again.
It's the strangest feelin'
cuz I'm still old and fallin' apart
but with the taste in my mouth
I can almost hear Roma, my mother, dryin' her hair.
I can almost hear Roma, my mother,
and it's time to get ready to go to school
and I'm back in grade seven, grade eight, all over again.
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