You're just like everybody else
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
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
Just lissenin to some tunes today on mah bike ride. Love that Billy Joel.
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