Homework - Lyrics - Campfire Girls
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2 o clock in the afternoon.
The afternoon, I'm trapped inside.
No ones home but the icicles they melt away,
Its pony-boy I feel just like.
3 o clock I turn on the tube.
Just to hear background noise.
Its 3 o clock and theres nothing left to do you know,
But feel like motorcycle boy.
Dear johnny, im lonely, unholy, don't you miss me?
5 o clock in the afternoon.
The afternoon we're trapped inside.
5 o clock and now theres nothing to do you know,
But drink away into the night.
