.To much pressure gonna self exlode the baggage keeps on pilen up my future dangles from the end of a rope no coat tails to sew on my coat this is jsut a fame it's just a game good god above take me out now now somebody help me now now now lift me up to hand me the downs the night life heres the wors.
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