The Human Seasons - Pressure | Текст песни

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I remember when we drove past the house built on low ground
next to the frozen lake

Seven days of plus degrees
itch in my eyes and throat

Skylarks are singing their songs
drowning the under floor

Why do I always expect myself to say something that matters?
Putting pressure on myself and getting dizzy

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