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i feel
like a fighter who lost all control of motion
like a surfer who’s been stranded in the ocean
a surgeon up against the clock

as i’m waiting (as i’m waiting)
yeah, my hands start shaking (start shaking)
tell me what’s the point of making small talk with people who don’t remember your name
when i don’t even wanna show my face
but i think i should be leaving any day now
so if you come my direction, make a sound
because i’m dreaming about leaving tonight

and in exactly three hours and forty-seven minutes i’ll be running [?] off
aw man, my boss is such a jack-off
godd-mn, my head’s about to blow off

yeah, i don’t know why i wake up anymore
to the samе exact day, every minutе, every hour, just wasted away
the only time i feel happy is when i’m leaving this place
throw my keys at the door and then punch myself in the face
like i’m f-ckin’ [?]

i guess maybe
you could say that i’ve been going through something lately
if you see me, let me be please, ‘cuz
i’ll be back here again at f-ckin’ seven am
i don’t even wanna show my face
but i think i should be leaving any day now
so if you come my direction, make a sound
because i’m dreaming about leaving tonight

and in exactly three hours and forty-seven minutes i’ll be running [?] off
aw man, my boss is such a jack-off
godd-mn, my head’s about to blow off

i think i should be leaving any day now
so if you come my direction, make a sound
because i’m dreaming about leaving tonight

and in exactly three hours and forty-seven minutes i’ll be running [?] off
aw man, my boss is such a jack-off
godd-mn, my head’s about to blow off

- bad friends with black cats

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