Текст песни Galactic Cowboys - Stress
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Текст песни Galactic Cowboys - Stress
No one calls unless I leaveNo one's home, the voice repeatsKind hands wrapped around my neckSharp teeth biting in my backCold eyes burning laser beamsOh! God, relieve me of this STRESS( )A list from A to Z, this is too much for meDon't want this mess, I must confessI hate this stressThe more I work, the less I makeThe less I learn, the more you takeSmall lips telling big huge liesWhite sores growing in my mouthRed blood pouring from my heartOh! God, relieve me of this STRESSI'm not your property, come on and set me freeDon't want this mess, I must confessI hate this stress