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Stressed To Death

from Harsh Truth by The Weight We Carry

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Hard times, fucking stressing me out
Awful feeling creeping up inside
Got me feeling, I can't be true to myself
Out of luck, guess ill never know why
Keep pulling the short straw
Always feeling like I'm never enough
Hard times got me stressed to death, and I don't know if I can get back up
I'm fucking stressed to death
Feels like, I'm chained to this life
And there's no place, left to turn
Can't get this weight off my shoulders
I drown while the world burns
While the world burns
There's no time
None of my promises kept
There's no time
I'm fucking stressed to death

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from Harsh Truth, released April 29, 2015

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The Weight We Carry Rochester, New York

Rochester, New York. Hardcore.

Paul - Vocals
Casy - Bass
Ralph - Guitar
Jordan - Guitar
Dean - Drums

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