| I can’t stand the way that you make me, I feel pressure
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| I can’t stop the way that you place me, under pressure
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| The sound flew in the bare room, the ride’s no longer spare
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| And time will always fall apart in a house where they don’t care
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| We fantasized your life
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| And recognized the sins
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| But it’s tit for tat, you take the rap
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| Now it’s me that’s gonna win
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| I can’t stand the way that you make me, I feel pressure
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| I can’t stop the way that you place me, under pressure
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| You’ve got chalk on the sidewalk, and the telephone always rings
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| I’d rip the cord out, pull the wire out, kick it on the shins
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| You paralysed the gold mine
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| And the trains are standing still
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| They pull you back and now you’re trapped
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| As they move in for the kill
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| (For the kill)
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| I can’t stand the way that you make me, I feel pressure
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| I can’t stop the way that you place me, under pressure
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| I can’t stand the day that you wake me, I feel pressure
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| (Release me)
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| I can’t stand the way that you break me, under pressure
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| (Release me)
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| Everytime I walk out in the sun the rain will come and really cry
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| Release me
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| We found you in the spare room with your eyes no longer there
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| The lamp flex led up to your heart like a divers cord for air
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| We electrolysed your mind
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| And analyzed your limbs
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| Escapist crap, I’ve had all that
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| Now it’s me that’s gonna win
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| (I'm gonna win)
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| I can’t stand the way that you make me, I feel pressure
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| I can’t stop the way that you place me, under pressure
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| I can’t stand the day that you wake me, I feel pressure
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| I can’t stand the way that you break me, under pressure
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| (Release me)
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| I can’t stand the way you disgrace me, I feel pressure
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| (Release me)
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| I can’t stop the way that you hate me, I feel pressure
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| (Release me)
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| Everytime I walk out in the sun the rain will come and really cry
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| Now I can’t be me at all
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| Now I can’t be me at all
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| Now I can’t be me at all |