| Days are getting cold
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| Darkness lies on expired dreams
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| While the spotlight shines down on me
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| But you’re cornered, and can’t back away
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| Being so many things to so many
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| Reaching for it all when you can’t have any
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| Under pressure
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| Under pressure
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| This is far too much to take
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| I’m afraid I might break under pressure
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| Under pressure
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| You ask me who I think I am
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| I’ll plead the fifth, I won’t take the stand
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| Judgment falls but is it heard?
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| Jury’s hung, justice won’t be served
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| Being so many things can be heavy
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| Reeling from it all, can get you buried
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| Under pressure
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| Under pressure
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| This is far too much to take
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| I’m afraid I might break under pressure
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| Under pressure
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| These are the paintings great painters paint
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| The crimes of the innocent, the sins of the saints
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| Under pressure
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| Under pressure
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| This is far too much to take
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| I’m afraid I might break under pressure
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| Under pressure
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| Mm-uhh |