I am obsessed with pressure, I am obsessed with pressure,
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also by movement, noise and noise
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I stand under my feet without a body
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and I'm just here.
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The legs that hang are barefoot
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and they have their shoes on.
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The people around you are standing, standing and can't go out.
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I am obsessed with pressure, I am obsessed with pressure,
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I am a man on a hill with a tree.
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And those shoes those shoes those shoes, you take them.
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He is a lord, and she is a mistress;
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they still have tattoos
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on which time falls like dust.
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When you meet on the street,
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waving hand as always
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and it's like a train when a train passes.
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Hi
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I am obsessed with pressure, I am obsessed with pressure,
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also San Piegem and this place,
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I stand under my feet without a body
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and lean back
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about the bricks on which they are listed
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the inscriptions they washed against me.
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He rides a bike, he rides, he rides in front of the sandbox
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I am obsessed with pressure, I am obsessed with pressure,
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I'm the chief I'm a director too
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and those shoes those shoes those shoes, you belong to everyone.
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He is a lord, and she is a mistress;
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have the same tattoo
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sometimes they have the same fear.
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When you meet on the street,
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they have a weird feeling about themselves
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and it's like a train when a train passes.
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Ahoy, the punk couple is missing
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and those shoes keep walking.
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Ahójá, a punk couple is missing,
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I smile at him.
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He is a lord, and she is a mistress;
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they still have tattoos
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on which time falls like dust.
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When you meet on the street,
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waving hand as always
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and it's like a train when a train passes.
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Hi |