The Phone
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Lyrics
Outside of Phone booth, South Carolina Sits, keeps killing time Rolls her eyes Roll of dimes Speak of this sick surrounding sin Tears me from limb to limb, within I don't know how to let it go This far away from home One word was mistaken Context that it was taken from Write it down Must be sound Must be true I hope you can hear me My only sanctuary asks
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:24
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 97 BPM