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What have I figured out after all this time around
All the bus rides in the morning or the same annoying bell?
Oh I miss the voices in the hall
The stupid jokes and late night calls
Everything is changing now but everything’s the same

So pick a place anytime a day
Aspirations and dreams that you may
Have and you have never said
The voices ringing in your head

So go, there something special in the water there
And no, none of this will ever disappear
So what’s there left to say
I guess it’s not to late
I promise now that none of this will change

So go, there something special in the water there
And no, none of this will ever disappear
So what’s there left to say
I guess it’s not to late
I promise now that none of this will change