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Текст песни PRIMUS - The Pressman

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Текст песни PRIMUS - The Pressman




By the light of the lamp I sit to type-my notes on tab at my sideI don't see the sun much these daysA fluorescent tan covers my hideHow much impact shall I have this time?My goal today is to reac the deadlineI write between the linesI deal with fantasy( )I report the factsGive them to me, pleaseHam and egg sald on white bread keeps me company on nights like thisA pack of metholated cigarettes keeps my air nice and thickWhen I write, words flow like coins from a candy boxGet out of my wayI've got something to sayThe pulse is beating louder nowThe cramps in my hands grow more intense with each Tik, tik, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keysMy social life is at an end so it seems to beWhy don't I trample on your lawn today?I'll take skies of blue, turn over skies of greyI write between the linesI deal with fantasyI am the pressman




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