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All this pressure to choose a future when you're a kid one day, Then the next they expect you to be all grown up All this pressure to choose a future is like a freight train, Speeding at my head. If you don't choose you're future's dead. Still too young to start my life You stab at me with your pressure knife Whether in 2 years or when I'm 45, It's still up to me when and where I decide YOUR FUCKING PRESSURE Aus Songtexte Mania