| I’ve got black tears from your white lies
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| You say you never meant to make me cry
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| But you did, but you did
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| You leave train tracks on my cheeks
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| Oh, and they stain permanent streaks
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| There on my skin, on my skin
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| Ooh, I think it’s crushing me
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| I’m breaking down, sometimes I think I really might leave
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| Ooh, I think it’s crushing me
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| But I can’t help myself, I know you’re all that I need
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| So, won’t you press me, press me, press me harder
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| I can hardly breathe, but I love to feel the heat when you
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| Press me, press me, press me harder
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| I can hardly speak, but I love the way it feels under your pressure
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| Oh, your pain, your pleasure
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| Under your pressure
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| I can feel the pressure
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| Your words are dressed up in agony
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| And they never stop coming after me
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| You don’t quit, you don’t quit
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| So, I say it straight and you side step
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| But these blurred lines are messing me up
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| In my head, in my head
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| Ooh, I think it’s crushing me
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| I’m breaking down, sometimes I think I really might leave
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| Ooh, I think it’s crushing me
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| But I can’t help myself, I know you’re all that I need
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| So, won’t you press me, press me, press me harder
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| I can hardly breathe, but I love to feel the heat when you
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| Press me, press me, press me harder
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| I can hardly speak but I love the way it feels under your pressure
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| Oh, your pain your pleasure
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| Under your pressure
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| I can feel the pressure
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| Oh, your pain your pleasure
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| I can feel the pressure
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| Press me, press me, press me harder
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| I can hardly breathe, but I love to feel the heat the heat when you
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| Press me, press me, press me harder
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| I can hardly speak, but I love the way it feels under your pressure
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| Oh, your pain your pleasure
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| Under your pressure
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| I can feel the pressure
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| Under your pressure
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| Oh, your pain your pleasure
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| Under your pressure
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| I can feel the pressure |