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Not down to my shoes They love me when I walk into a room There's applause and shouts of MIMI I can't help it Party girl I should have studied for life tonight Instead I just left the book outside Like the new telephone directory. You know once, I walked past it on my door mat For weeks until my Momma decided to come home And read every single word in that phone book. When I say you dont know **** about this life it's true I'll sit out here all night to tell you so All the time I think of that one way to escape I always said I'd be dead before I could have this thought I always assumed some catastrophic accident would take me home. Isn't it up there? Because I can't find home here.
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
Telephone book
Not down to my shoes They love me when I walk into a room There's applause and shouts of MIMI I can't help it Party girl I should have studied for life tonight Instead I just left the book outside Like the new telephone directory. You know once, I walked past it on my door mat For weeks until my Momma decided to come home And read every single word in that phone book. When I say you dont know **** about this life it's true I'll sit out here all night to tell you so All the time I think of that one way to escape I always said I'd be dead before I could have this thought I always assumed some catastrophic accident would take me home. Isn't it up there? Because I can't find home here.
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
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