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letra de tracking! the reality of a runaway girl! - slave.v-v-r

i trashed my test, cramming didn’t help
the monkey’s definitely gonna scream
the monkey who lives at my house is gonna scream once again-

hey, my bicycle got stolen
i searched for an hour in front of the station
the monkey’s definitely gonna be angry over this
screech, screech, she goes until the middle of the night

i’m 100% sure she’ll tell me that i’m somehow at fault
working up hysteria, screeches the monkey-
shut up mom

i’m not gonna pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick the phone
i don’t wanna hear it
don’t even try to act like a mother when it doesn’t suit you

so i ain’t gonna pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up
—i turned off the battery
it so cold, so i’m gonna buy a fresh meat bun

hah-hah-hah-haa meat buns are so so hot
i ate it in a hurry and ended up burning my tounge
i forgot to buy a drink too…

hah-hah-haa it’s so d-mn cold outside
my mittens were inside my bicycle’s basket
i think i might just die alone
“go to bed”
“hurry up and get out of bed”

“where’s your homework?”
“you’ve got cram school today, don’t you?”

“go take a bath”
“get off your phone”

…ah, yep i don’t think i’m gonna go home after all

i’m not gonna call, not gonna, not gonna, not gonna, not gonna
curfew? don’t treat me like a child
even if it -is- late, i’m not gonna call, not gonna, not gonna, not gonna, not gonna

i’m not in the wrong here
stop trying to make me apologize for every little itty bitty tiny thing

(railway crossing solo)

(guitar solo)

i’m not gonna call, not gonna, not gonna, not gonna, not gonna
i won’t turn back; in this unfamiliar place i pull a face
i’m not gonna call, not gonna, not gonna, not gonna, not gonna
i’m not in the wrong here
shut up monkey
so i absolutely ain’t gonna pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up the phone
i don’t even care anymore, i won’t go home today
eating another meat bun, i shall liveeeee!
[random dialogue:]

“ah, h-llo there? jeez… finally connected, huh?”
“just where the heck are you? don’t you know what time it-eh?”
“yeah. no, your mother isn’t angry anymore.”
“uh-huh. but she cooked curry for dinner tonight. hurry home so you can have some, ok?”
“where are you?…front of the station? alright, i’ll come and pick you up now. okay?”
“stay right there. ah…yep, yep…yep yep, i gotcha.”

- slave v v r

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