| Pressure, pushing down on me
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| Pressing down on you, no man ask for
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| Under pressure that burns a building down
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| Splits a family in two, puts people on streets, 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 screaming, «Let me out»
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| Pray tomorrow gets me higher
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| Pressure on people, people on streets, okay
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| Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor
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| These are the days 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 knowing what this world is about
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| Watching some good friends screaming, «Let me out»
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| Pray tomorrow gets me higher, high, high
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| Pressure on people, people on streets
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| Turned away from it all like a blind man
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| Sat on a fence but it don’t work, keep coming up with love
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| But it’s so slashed and torn, why, why, why?
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| Love, love, love, love, love, love, love
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| Insanity laughs, under pressure we’re cracking
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| Can’t we give ourselves 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 give love, give love, give love, give love
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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 the people on the edge of the night
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| And loves dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
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| This is our last dance, this is ourselves
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| Under pressure, under pressure, pressure |