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