Correction Paroles The Pressure par Koethe

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Disapproval, discontent
Hurry up and wait suffocate on baited breath

Sick of the game
The many can wait to serve the some

All breaking the same
But we were not made the lucky ones
Lose control in this great unrest
Owe my soul till I pay this debt

How you bury me I know
I just can't escape the pressure
My my mind my own disaster
Long after
We let it go

Won't get it into it but I know just what its doing its so sick to see us drifting apart
I just don't get it how the hell you're so indifferent whеn you know were differеnt from the start

So sick of the game
The many can wait to serve the some

I'm breaking the same
But we were not made the lucky ones

Not made even without control
Sell my self just to be made whole

How you bury me I know
I just can't escape the pressure
My my mind my own disaster
Long after
We let it go
But you keep hold

How you bury me I know
I just can't escape the pressure
My my mind my own disaster
Long after we all go

When are we I just don't know
I just can't escape the pressure
My my mind my own disaster
Long after
The pressure

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