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I'm going back to 505 _________________
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side With your hands between your thighs
Recently, you just moved to Shibuya, a special ward in Tokyo from Yokohama due to your parents work.
You walked around the neighbourhood, trying to find the convenience store that your mother mentioned for you to buy some groceries. She was going to cook your favourite food tonight, as a start for a new life here, in Shibuya. She knew how hard it was for you to move away from your friends and now you have to make new ones?
Life is indeed, tough.
"Man, where is the store?" You mumbled, scratching the top of your head full of wonder.
But not far away, you noticed a blonde boy, lying on the bench with a black uniform on.
He was sort of frowning, mouth mumbling incoherent words that you were unable to come up with.
"Excuse me?" You approached the boy carefully, standing a few feet away from him to respect his privacy.
He opened his eyes in a jolt, surprised to see you in front of him.
"Do you know where is the nearest convenience store?" ___________________
Stop and wait a sec When you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect? I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked
Your new school was pretty huge but it didn't pass the fact that there were delinquents hanging around the halls with weird faces.
It was rather an odd sight as you tailed behind your new teacher with a stoic expression, ignoring the stares and whispers of other students that may be good or bad.
"This is your class, the teacher is already informed upon your arrival." Mrs Sato, plastered a smile and ushered for you to step inside.
As you were making your way to the front of the class, your eyes darted to a figure who was leaning against the window, eyes fixated on the blue sky.
