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The Bus Stop- lyrics

By Laalaai Tausa, Year 8

The first verse and chorus of a song written in a Lyric Writing Workshop with Lisa Tui.

The rain drips onto her head

Holding the wet newspaper she read

Wrinkled clothes and scruffy hair

She got a bus ticket to absolutely nowhere

Cos she’s all by herself

And she’s got a way to get herself out

And she’s got no place that she can call home

Cos she’s all alone

Yeah she’s all alone

© Laalaai Tausa and The School for Young Writers, 2018.

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