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Galactic Cowboys lyrics : "Stress"

No one calls unless I leave
No one's home, the voice repeats


Kind hands wrapped around my neck
Sharp teeth biting in my back
Cold eyes burning laser beams

Oh! God, relieve me of this STRESS

A list from A to Z, this is too much for me

Don't want this mess, I must confess
I hate this stress


The more I work, the less I make
The less I learn, the more you take


Small lips telling big huge lies
White sores growing in my mouth
Red blood pouring from my heart

Oh! God, relieve me of this STRESS

I'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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