She never really had the chances
That some of the kids
All this carry go bring come my dear
Bring misery
All this
Paint you a picture
Of how it can be
But I'm not
Everyday things are getting worse
Everyday things are getting worse
Time so
Last night when I told you all that stuff
About
Out on the streets again
Looking for something
It just don't matter
We were friends do you remember
Not so long so long
They used those fancy words to confuse your mind
But since
Too Much pressure, too much pressure, too much pressure, too
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