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Jess Klein
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Pressure
On a sticky summer night Wasn't possible to sleep He went looking for a fight He went running up the street
She was lying in their bed Sweating twisted in the sheets Thinking circumstance had wronged him But that she would feel the heat And it was true that shit could kill you
Pressure is looming in my doorway God damn I let it in my room Pressure is rattling my bedposts I hope I get this window open soon
Joe was working for the man He saw nothing else to do Anger red and knuckles white
Dreaming Johnny Walker Blue Or you squeeze the native fruit Oh, you try to fill that cup
Poverty or tourist loot So you let them drink it up What else can you do Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That shit could kill you
Pressure is looming in my doorway Can't ever let it in my room Pressure is rattling my bedpost I hope I get this window open soon
Me I bring this on myself Unless it's brought by you It's impossible to tell I just know when I'm screwed
But I've seen the fruited plain Blowing freedom through my brain And I will lose this shame I will lose this pain And I mean it too cause that shit could kill you
Pressure is looming in my doorway Can't ever let it in my room Pressure is rattling my bedpost I hope I get this window open
Said I hope I get this window open soon I hope I get this window open soon
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