Pressing Room Eleven
Rolling off my s[D]ide to star[C#]t the day[F#m] [B]
[Em]Spoon in my hand to scr*p[A]e my milk away[D] [A]
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?
CHORUS:
[G]Wh[F#m]y, wh[Bm]en I need so[E]me[G]
It s[Bm]eems it never comes[Em] [A]
[G]It will be m[F#]y self tha[Bm]t I lo[E]se
[Em]If itā??s still my[A]self that I choose[D]
Justifying time iā??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
CHORUS.:
Why, when I need some
It seems it never comes
It will be my self that I lose
If itā??s still myself that I choose
(2x)
[D]One more smile[Em]
One more day[F#m]
Iā??ve silent[Em]ly grown wiser f[A]or this time
One more smile
One more day
One more time
You and me!
We will see
You and me
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