| Tried to crack down
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| All we’d been searching for, that relevant sound
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| But I keep knocking and there’s no one around
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| I fidget, fumble, confound, I taste the sweat from my brow
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| Back on the ground
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| In 14 hours, thought I’d figure it out
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| L.A. from Sydney, between window and aisle
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| Was way more error than trial, another blank note to file
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| I keep penning frustrations, I’m losing my patience
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| My notepad’s empty 'cause my headspace is vacant
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| And I’m still penning frustrations, I’m losing my patience
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| Maybe an Adderall to help concentration
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| Head in the clouds
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| I’m daydream drifting 'cause my focus walked out
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| The clock keeps ticking while there’s footsteps abound
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| That feed off pennies and pounds, they’re getting hungrier now
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| Substance or style?
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| Right now, got neither, got my eyes on the dial
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| A single line feels 'bout the length of a mile
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| Told this would all be worthwhile
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| I need to wake up, wake up, wake up
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| And still I’m thinking, when will I stop?
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| Penning frustrations, I’m losing my patience
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| My notepad’s empty 'cause my headspace is vacant
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| And I’m still penning frustrations, I’m losing my patience
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| Maybe an Adderall to help concentration
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| Penning frustrations, I’m losing my patience
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| My notepad’s empty 'cause my headspace is vacant
|
| And I’m still penning frustrations, I’m losing my patience
|
| Maybe an Adderall to help concentration
|
| I’m freakin' out
|
| Penning frustrations, I’m losing my patience
|
| My notepad’s empty 'cause my headspace is vacant
|
| And I’m still penning frustrations, I’m losing my patience
|
| Maybe an Adderall to help concentration
|
| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out
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| I’m freakin' out |