Receiver
Need to get my thoughts straight, need to get them all together
Because they float around like leafs in stormy weather
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
Need to get my thoughts straight, need to get them all together
Because they float around like leafs in stormy weather
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I'm in the booth 24/7
Writing song after song after song like I'm John Lennon
I'm gonna shoot a movie like I'm Cole Bennet
They cannot comprehend it, I'm trying to explain this
I'm gonna take some of that pain away like I'm the receiver
My hands are sore from holding on what I'm trying to believe in
Liquor in my cup and in my pockets sativa
Nobody can see us
Need to get my thoughts straight, need to get them all together
Because they float around like leafs in stormy weather
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
Need to get my thoughts straight, need to get them all together
Because they float around like leafs in stormy weather
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
Because they float around like leafs in stormy weather
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
Need to get my thoughts straight, need to get them all together
Because they float around like leafs in stormy weather
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I'm in the booth 24/7
Writing song after song after song like I'm John Lennon
I'm gonna shoot a movie like I'm Cole Bennet
They cannot comprehend it, I'm trying to explain this
I'm gonna take some of that pain away like I'm the receiver
My hands are sore from holding on what I'm trying to believe in
Liquor in my cup and in my pockets sativa
Nobody can see us
Need to get my thoughts straight, need to get them all together
Because they float around like leafs in stormy weather
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
Need to get my thoughts straight, need to get them all together
Because they float around like leafs in stormy weather
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
I've got so many things to say and write, I'm running out of paper
Credits
Writer(s): Tobiasz Behnke
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