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The Pressman lyrics by Mamaleek

By the light of the lamp
I sit to type
My notes on tab at my side

I don’t see the sun much these days
A fluorescent tan covers my hide
The pulse is beating louder now
The pulse is beating louder now

How much impact shall I have this time?
My goal is today is to read the deadline
I write between the lines
I deal with fantasy, I report the facts
Give them to me, please

Ham and egg salad on white bread
Keeps me company on nights likе this
A pack of mentholated cigarettеs keeps my air nice and thick
The cramps in my hands grow more intense
With each tick, tick, tap, tap, tap, tap on the keys

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My social life is at an end
Or so it seems to be
Or so it seems to be

„You are the pressman, stand up straight, boy
Stand up straight, boy”

Why don’t I trample on your lawn today?
I’ll take skies of blue, over skies of grey
?, I deal with fantasy
I am the pressman, acknowledge me