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't 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
Ahhh, my mom said she was sad
Aahhhh
(wait...) 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't 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
Ahhh, my 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
(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't 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
Ahhh, my mom said she was sad
(wait...) aahhhh
Writer(s): Kasper Bjoerke, Tomas Barfod, Simon Kvamm
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