| Dig deep
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| There’s no time to breathe
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| It’s all catching up, catchin up on me
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| Just keeps on adding up, too much is goin on at once
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| Another stack on piles, another bag in the trunk
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| Dig deep
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| There’s no time to dream
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| It’s all falling down, falling down on me
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| The walls are closing in feels like the air is used up
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| Another barrel broken, another flash of dawn to dusk
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| Fly the minutes
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| Speed the seconds
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| I could use some sleeping sessions
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| On edge of collapse
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| Patience is a virtue
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| But virtue can sometimes hurt you
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| I don’t practice medicine, I don’t need all the patients
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| I rock out with my clock out
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| I can hear the count down
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| Sometimes there’s not enough hours in the day
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| And if there were 2 of me I’d probably still be late
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| I rock out with my clock out
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| I can hear the count down
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| Sometimes there’s not enough hours in the day
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| And if there were 2 of me I’d probably still be late
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| Keep pace
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| But too tired to wake
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| It’s all flooding in, flooding in without break
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| Always something stirring, can’t lighten the load
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| Another ship that’s sinking, another fire to control
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| Keep pace
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| But feelin' so drained
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| A thousand things, a thousand things to drive me insane
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| Always something goin', never a moments dull
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| Another daily burnout, another waiting toll
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| Fly the minutes
|
| Speed the seconds
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| I could use some sleeping sessions
|
| On edge of collapse
|
| Patience is a virtue
|
| But virtue can sometimes hurt you
|
| I don’t practice medicine, I don’t need all the patients
|
| I rock out with my clock out
|
| I can hear the count down
|
| Sometimes there’s not enough hours in the day
|
| And if there were 2 of me I’d probably still be late
|
| I rock out with my clock out
|
| I can hear the count down
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| Sometimes there’s not enough hours in the day
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| And if there were 2 of me I’d probably still be late |