| Pressure.
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| Pushing down on me,
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| pressing down on you,
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| no man ask for.
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| Under pressure,
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| that burns a building down,
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| splits a family in two,
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| put people on streets.
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| That’s okay!
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| It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about,
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| watching some good friends scream:
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| «Let me out!»
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| Pray tomorrow
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| gets me higher.
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| Pressure on people,
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| people on streets.
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| Chippin' around
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| keep my brains on the floor.
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| these are the days,
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| it never rains but it pours.
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| People on streets, people on streets.
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| It’s the terror of
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| knowing what this world is about.
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| Watching some good friends scream:
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| «Let me out!»
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| Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher!
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| (Pressure on people),
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| (people on streets).
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| Turn away from it all
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| like a blind man.
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| Sat on a fence
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| but it don’t work.
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| Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn.
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| Whyyyy, whyyyy, whyyyyyy
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| Love, love, love!
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| Insanity laughs,
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| under pressure we’re cracking.
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| Can’t we give ourself
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| one more chance.
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| Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
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| Why can’t we
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| give love, give love, give love, give love…
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| 'Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
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| and love dares you to care for
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| the people on the edge of the night
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| and love dares you
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| to change our way of
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| caring about ourselves
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| this is our last dance.
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| This is ourselves…
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| Under pressure.
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| Under pressure.
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| Pressure. |