| The beat, the beat at my temples;
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| My pulse, my pulse in a rush
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| I’m feeling increasingly mental
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| Legs shaking, my face flushed
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| The lights so bright in a dazzle
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| The pumping that thumps at my chest
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| I’m feeling increasingly frazzled
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| Need some comfort, need some bedrest
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| Or some kind of intervention
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| Cold sweat beading up on my brow
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| The hairs on my neck at attention
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| I don’t know why but somehow
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| I’m highly strung, I’m stressed as hell
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| I bite my tongue, I hold my breath as well
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| The iron lung, the diving bell…
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| Time to depressurise, my nerves are shot to hell
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| The beat, the heat is astounding
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| The pressure, the tension full-blown
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| The static is cracking around me
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| I can’t hold on, I can’t let go…
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| I’m highly strung, panic attack
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| Can’t do this one, can’t go on with the act
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| I’m frozen on the topmost rung
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| I can’t go on, I’m just too highly strung
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| Hold her steady as she goes
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| Just be ready, on your toes
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| Hold her steady… there she blows!
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| The case is shut, the song is sung
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| The wire’s been cut and the acrobat’s well hung |