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three hours and forty-seven minutes
by Bad Friends With Black Cats
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I feel like a fighter who's lost all control of motion
A surfer who's been stranded in the ocean
A surgeon up against the clock
As I'm waiting
Yeah my hands 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 to swipe off
Aw man, my boss is such a jack off
God damn, my heads about to blow off
Yeah I don't know why I wake up anymore
To the same exact day
Every minute, 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 fucking crazy
I guess maybe
You could say that I've been going through something lately
If you see me, let me be please
Cause I'll be back here again at fucking 7 a.m
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 to swipe off
Aw man, my boss is such a jack off
God damn, my heads 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 to swipe off
Aw man, my boss is such a jack off
God damn, my heads about to blow off
I feel like a fighter who's lost all control of motion
A surfer who's been stranded in the ocean
A surgeon up against the clock
As I'm waiting
Yeah my hands 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 to swipe off
Aw man, my boss is such a jack off
God damn, my heads about to blow off
Yeah I don't know why I wake up anymore
To the same exact day
Every minute, 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 fucking crazy
I guess maybe
You could say that I've been going through something lately
If you see me, let me be please
Cause I'll be back here again at fucking 7 a.m
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 to swipe off
Aw man, my boss is such a jack off
God damn, my heads 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 to swipe off
Aw man, my boss is such a jack off
God damn, my heads about to blow off
