Pressure

You have to learn to pace yourself
Pressure
You're just like everybody else
Pressure

You've only had to run so far
So good
But you will come to a place
Where the only thing you feel
Are loaded guns in your face
And you'll have to deal with pressure

You used to call me paranoid
Pressure
But even you can not avoid
Pressure

You turned the tap dance into
Your crusade
Now here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle pressure

All grown up and no place to go
Psych 1, Psych 2
What do you know

All your life is Channel 13
Sesame Street
What does it mean
I'll tell ya what it means

Pressure
Pressure

Don't ask for help, you're all alone
Pressure
You'll have to answer to your own
Pressure

I'm sure you'll have some cosmic
Rationale
But here you are in the ninth
Two men out and three men on
Nowhere to look but inside
Where we all respond to pressure

Pressure

All your life is Time Magazine
I read it too
What does it mean

Pressure

I'm sure you'll have some cosmic
Rationale
But here you are with your faith
And your Peter Pan advice
You have no scars on your face
And you cannot handle pressure

Pressure
Pressure
One, two, three, four
Pressure

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