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Pushed Again

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 31.07.2012

Whispering voices in my head,
sounds like they're calling my name.
A heavy hand is shaking my bed,
I'm waking up and I feel the strain.

I'm feeling pushed again... I'm feeling pushed again...

Why should I go where everyone goes?
Why should I do what everyone does?
I don't like it when you get too close,
I don't wanna be under your thumb.

I'm feeling pushed again... pushed again.
I'm feeling pushed again... pushed again.

Why can't you just leave me alone?
Solitude is a faithful friend.
Turn the lights off - I'm not home,
can't you see, I don't need your help?

You're going fast when I wanna go slow,
you make me run when I want to walk.
You're sending me down a rocky road,
I get confused when you start to talk.

I'm feeling pushed again... feeling pushed again.
I'm feeling pushed again... pushed again.

Why can't you just leave me alone?
You're dragging me right to the edge.
I've got to go when you jerk my rope,
I don't know where the good times went.

And I'm sick of this pain in my head.
And I'm scared I'm being pushed - being pushed again.

It's getting more than I can take,
it's like a band tightening around my head.
If you keep pushing, something's going to break,
it's making me think, I'd be better off dead.

Why can't you just leave me alone?
Solitude is a faithful friend.
I'll sort my life out on my own,
I just want this pressure to end.

And I'm sick of this pain in my head.
And I'm scared I'm being pushed - being pushed again.


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