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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. From Letras Mania