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Got my walkman on full blast
Still can hear these witches blab
Oh s**t my patience is going mad
My nerves are running fast
When is this plane gonna land
I'm getting sick and tired of the band
Blaring in my walkman
Patience I got none so please have some respect for others
Because I can't sleep nor sit somewhere else
Or the hostess will do her best
To make sure that I get no rest
Instead my luggage will be dispersed
And i think I'm gonna burst
I can't take it anymore
I will do anything for you to bring me home right now