Poor Souls Of Pompeii
Poor Souls Of Pompeii - The Pressure lyrics
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A thousand butterflies And I apologize If I masquerade around Like I do not fuck up myself Twenty-seven days And tired of the chase And all I have is you so Please don't let go of me Your arrow is heading for my heart But please don't, it's hurting far too much And all this pressure is only gonna get worse I beg, the remedy's not enough The doctors are running out of luck And all this pressure is only gonna get worse now Turn your pretty blind eye If I lie to you sometimes They're only little white lies But they make you die a little The peg's not gonna fit But you won't give up on it And the last thing that I saw was You there, with your wings pinned Your arrow is heading for my heart But please don't, it's hurting far too much And all this pressure is only gonna get worse I beg, the remedy's not enough The doctors are running out of luck And all this pressure is only gonna get worse now Your arrow is heading for my heart But please don't, it's hurting far too much And all this pressure is only gonna get worse I beg, the remedy's not enough The doctors are running out of luck And all this pressure is only gonna get worse now