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you stood there
all part of the crowd
unaware
that you stand out
the shadow of a scare
hanging above you like a cloud
it’s giving you away
no need to speak it out
home is where the fear is
don’t go home tonight

you have that look about you
as if it was perfectly clear
that you got no way out
that you can only try to disappear
forget for one night
of getting high
then you turn all cinderella
and turn yourself back in
is it still called stockholm syndrom
when it’s served within the family

don’t go home tonight
home is where the fear is

could there be life after pressure?
or would you fall apart?
would there be life after pressure?
or would you simply fall apart?
why not find it out