Pressing
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Pressing
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Rolling off my side to start the day
Spoon in my hand to scrape my milk away
Forward pressing
For the reason I am dressing
And the answers for the times I stopped to pray
Searching for an ear to ease my mind
And eyes that see enough to lead the blind
Amd I pretending?
These words we share in mending
Since when did listening become a crime?
Ooh
Why, when I need some
It seems it never comes
It will be my self that I lose
If it's still myself that I choose
Justifying time i've spent alone
To turn this empty house into a home
Now undressing
The reason I was pressing
Was to find another piece to help me grow
One more smile
One more day
I've silently grown wiser for this time
One more smile
One more day
One more time
You and me!
We will see
You and me
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Who performs "Pressing"?
Room Eleven performs "Pressing", and this lyric page sits inside the Room Eleven catalog on LyroVerse.
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