Pressure.Pushing down on me.Pressing down on you.No man ask for.Under pressure.That burns a building down.Splits a family in two.Puts people on streets.That's okay.It's the terror of knowingWhat the world is about.Watching some good friendsScreaming "Let me out!".Pray tomorrow gets me higher.Pressure on people, people on streets.Okay.Chippin' around,Kick my brains around the floor.These are the days it never rains,But it pours.People on streets.People on streets.It's the terror of knowingWhat the world is about.Watching some good friendsScreaming "Let me out!".Pray tomorrow gets me higher.Pressure on people, people on streets.Turned away from it all like a blind man.Sat on a fence but it don't work.Keep coming up with love,But it's so slashed and torn.Why? Why? Why?Love, love, love, love, love.Insanity laughs.Under pressure we're cracking.Can't we give ourselves one more chance?Why can't we give love that one more chance?Why can't we give love?Give love, give love.Give love, give love.Give love, give love.Give love, give love.'Cause love's such an old fashioned word.And love dares you to care forThe people on the edge of the night.And loves dares you to change our wayOf caring about ourselves.This is our last dance.This is our last dance.This is ourselvesUnder pressure.Under pressure.Pressure.
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Pressure.
Pushing down on me.
Pressing down on you.
No man ask for.
Under pressure.
That burns a building down.
Splits a family in two.
Puts people on streets.
That's okay.
It's the terror of knowing
What the world is about.
Watching some good friends
Screaming "Let me out!".
Pray tomorrow gets me higher.
Pressure on people, people on streets.
Okay.
Chippin' around,
Kick my brains around the floor.
These are the days it never rains,
But it pours.
People on streets.
People on streets.
It's the terror of knowing
What the world is about.
Watching some good friends
Screaming "Let me out!".
Pray tomorrow gets me higher.
Pressure on people, people on streets.
Turned away from it all like a blind man.
Sat on a fence but it don't work.
Keep coming up with love,
But it's so slashed and torn.
Why? Why? Why?
Love, love, love, love, love.
Insanity laughs.
Under pressure we're cracking.
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love?
Give love, give love.
Give love, give love.
Give love, give love.
Give love, give love.
'Cause love's such an old fashioned word.
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night.
And loves dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves.
This is our last dance.
This is our last dance.
This is ourselves
Under pressure.
Under pressure.
Pressure.
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