what is pressure?
What is pressure? It builds, builds and builds, till one day, finally it blows up.
I am supposed to be the one about whom they will least worry.
However it is not necessarily all the case.
We are in all corners of the country rivers and lakes
where we can never escape.
They said we all have the have-to-do things
thay said we never want work-then-relax
they said we are the same
no one is more tired than others
Then we all in somewhere, hidden in one windy city
look up into the sky
sometimes it never comes out the stars
but we are together, no matter here, or arround ils de paris
we are all jealous of others
while bearing the same sorrow and compell
but life goes on,
you can be happy if you dont care
so, why should I care
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