Zemira Israel - Pressure Lyrics

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Pressure
That I may be found as tried gold
Pressure
That I may be found as tried gold
Pressure
That I may be found as tried gold
Pressure
That I may be found as tried gold

Drawing me in from drifting within
Wanting me to win
I pray to begin
Wanting this to end
Looking for a way out
Away from this

Pressure
That I may be found as tried gold
Pressure
That I may be found as tried gold
Pressure
That I may be found as tried gold
Pressure
That I may be found as tried gold

For YOU
To glorify YOU
Tried gold
Pressure

Like a violin
Plays sweet melodies
My harp also is turned to mourning
The joy of the harp
And my organ
Unto the voice of them that weep

Woe unto them that faint
Woe to the fearfi; hearted
What will you do when the LORD visits you
As for me I will fall into HIS hands
Not in man’s

Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure

That I may be found as tried gold
That I may be found as tried gold
That I may be found as tried gold
That I may be found as tried gold