When the pressure drops
The clock it stops
Now it’s closing time
When the silence cuts
Through the ruts
And the thin black line
Wicked man such a wicked man
Whispering your thoughts
Wicker men such wicked men
Risking all you’ve got
We’ll walk on you
With a soft shoe
You break us in
Closer than ever
We’ll come together
We’ll come together
You know thats true
When the pressure drops
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