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 cannot 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 One, Psych Two, what do you know?
All your life is Channel Thirteen
Sesame Street--what does it mean?

Pressure
I'm sure you 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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