Lyrics

Melbourne is where I'm from L.A. has become my home I feel the pressure everyday It's let down and I question my stay A staircase or a doorway through The latter has the nicest view Would I be happy if I got there today My perception of success is being strained Oh mate, I feel your pain I really do And I feel the same This is right here But you signed a form You'll sort it out To sort it out Sort it out In the end it will work out But when does that become right now I'm craving validation and me The voice in my head tells me Oh mate, I feel your pain I really do And I feel the same This is right here But you signed a form You'll sort it out, to sort it out (I just want to know what's going on) (I just want to know what's going on) (I just want to know what's going on) (I just want to know what's going on) Now mate, I feel your pain I really do And I feel the same This is right here But you signed a form You'll sort it out, to sort it Mate, I feel your pain I really do And I feel the same This is right here But you signed a form You'll sort it out (sort it out) Mate, I feel your pain (sort it out) And I feel the same (sort it out) Mate, I feel your pain (sort it out) And I feel the same (sort it out)
Writer(s): Bret Mckenzie, Toby Laing, Barnaby Richard Weir, Daniel Edmund Weetman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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