Stress - Galactic Cowboys
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Stress Lyrics
No one calls unless I leave
No one's home, the voice repeatsKind hands wrapped around my neck
Sharp teeth biting in my back
Cold eyes burning laser beams
Oh! God, relieve me of this STRESSA list from A to Z, this is too much for me
Don't want this mess, I must confess
I hate this stressThe more I work, the less I make
The less I learn, the more you takeSmall lips telling big huge lies
White sores growing in my mouth
Red blood pouring from my heart
Oh! God, relieve me of this STRESSI'm not your property, come on and set me free
Don't want this mess, I must confess
I hate this stress
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