Skjut på det, skjut på det, skjut på det

Såhär känns det precis just nu, STRESSEN:

I've got mountains of problems.
They all catch me off guard and
start when I'm not looking.
They make noise when I'm sleeping.

I've got mountains of mistakes.
They all come back to haunt me.
Every fork in the road I didn't take
has never once cut me a break.


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