Sunscreem
Música y Letra: Paul Carnell & Lucia Holm
Release me.
Release me.
Release me.
I can't stand the way that you make me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stop the way that you place me.
Under pressure.
I can't stand the way that you make me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stop the way that you place me.
Under pressure.
The sound flew in the bare room
and the ride's no longer spare,
and time will always fall apart
in a house where they don't care.
We fantasized your life
and recognized the sins,
but it's tit for tat you take the rap,
now it's me that's going to win.
You've got chalk on the sidewalk,
and the telephone always rings.
I'd rip the cord out,
pull the wire out,
kick it on the shins.
You paralyzed the gold mine,
and the trains are standing still.
They pull you back and now you're trapped
as they move in for the kill.
Release me.
I can't stand the way that you make me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stop the way that you place me.
Under pressure.
I can't stand the day that you wake me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stand the way that you break me.
Under pressure.
Everytime I walk out in the sun
the rain will come and really cry.
We found you in the spare room
with your eyes no longer there.
The lamp flex led up to your heart
like a diver's cord for air.
We electrolyzed your mind
and analyzed your limbs.
Escapist rap, I've had all that,
now it's me that's going to win.
I can't stand the way that you make me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stop the way that you place me.
Under pressure.
I can't stand the day that you wake me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stand the way that you break me
Under pressure.
I can't stand the way you disgrace me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stand the way that you hate me.
I feel pressure.
Everytime I walk out in the sun
the rain will come and really cry.
Now I can't be me at all.
Now I can't be me at all.
Now I can't be me at all.
Música y Letra: Paul Carnell & Lucia Holm
Release me.
Release me.
Release me.
I can't stand the way that you make me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stop the way that you place me.
Under pressure.
I can't stand the way that you make me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stop the way that you place me.
Under pressure.
The sound flew in the bare room
and the ride's no longer spare,
and time will always fall apart
in a house where they don't care.
We fantasized your life
and recognized the sins,
but it's tit for tat you take the rap,
now it's me that's going to win.
You've got chalk on the sidewalk,
and the telephone always rings.
I'd rip the cord out,
pull the wire out,
kick it on the shins.
You paralyzed the gold mine,
and the trains are standing still.
They pull you back and now you're trapped
as they move in for the kill.
Release me.
I can't stand the way that you make me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stop the way that you place me.
Under pressure.
I can't stand the day that you wake me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stand the way that you break me.
Under pressure.
Everytime I walk out in the sun
the rain will come and really cry.
We found you in the spare room
with your eyes no longer there.
The lamp flex led up to your heart
like a diver's cord for air.
We electrolyzed your mind
and analyzed your limbs.
Escapist rap, I've had all that,
now it's me that's going to win.
I can't stand the way that you make me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stop the way that you place me.
Under pressure.
I can't stand the day that you wake me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stand the way that you break me
Under pressure.
I can't stand the way you disgrace me.
I feel pressure.
I can't stand the way that you hate me.
I feel pressure.
Everytime I walk out in the sun
the rain will come and really cry.
Now I can't be me at all.
Now I can't be me at all.
Now I can't be me at all.
My so-called life 1x11 ~ Life of Brian
third song at the dance
third song at the dance
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