Concentrate! (Original)
My head up my ass
My ass in my chair
My chair by my table
My table down town
All those years of holding my hand
All those years of picking me up
All those years of folding their hands
All those years of never giving up!
Why can I concentrate, when I talk
to my mom, and my dad
On the phone tonight i said "wait"
when my mom, said she was sad
aaaah –mom said she was sad
My hand on the phone
My phone in my pocket
My pocket is cold
I come from the north
All those years of holding my hand
All those years of picking me up
All those years of folding their hands
All those years of never giving up!
Why can I concentrate, when I talk
to my mom, and my dad
On the phone tonight i said "wait"
when my mom, said she was sad
aaah –mom said she was sad
My foot on my brake
My brake isn't working
I'm working too hard
I come from the north
All those years of holding my hand
All those years of picking me up
All those years of folding their hands
All those years of never giving up!
Why can I concentrate, when I talk
to my mom, and my dad
On the phone tonight i said "wait"
when my mom, said she was sad
aaah –mom said she was sad
My ass in my chair
My chair by my table
My table down town
All those years of holding my hand
All those years of picking me up
All those years of folding their hands
All those years of never giving up!
Why can I concentrate, when I talk
to my mom, and my dad
On the phone tonight i said "wait"
when my mom, said she was sad
aaaah –mom said she was sad
My hand on the phone
My phone in my pocket
My pocket is cold
I come from the north
All those years of holding my hand
All those years of picking me up
All those years of folding their hands
All those years of never giving up!
Why can I concentrate, when I talk
to my mom, and my dad
On the phone tonight i said "wait"
when my mom, said she was sad
aaah –mom said she was sad
My foot on my brake
My brake isn't working
I'm working too hard
I come from the north
All those years of holding my hand
All those years of picking me up
All those years of folding their hands
All those years of never giving up!
Why can I concentrate, when I talk
to my mom, and my dad
On the phone tonight i said "wait"
when my mom, said she was sad
aaah –mom said she was sad
Credits
Writer(s): Tomas Barfod, Kasper Bjoerke, Simon Kvamm
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