she rides the bus to school
she rides the bus home
she doesn't like going to school
she doesn't like going home
she hates her dad
he always makes her mad
she likes to watch hockey
but she's never that lucky
she trys to read a book
but there's never a hook
she picks up the phone
and gets a dial tone
i get her call
and dropp the ball
she says 'what are you doing'
and i say 'i'm playing ball with my family'
you probably wouldn't notice
that behind the phone
there is a girl wishing
she was at a new home
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