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Second Day Uptown - World's End Press
Composed by：John Parkinson
I feel like an image photocopied seven hundred times
My cheap print
My faded lines
Press down the dirty floor with all these d**n ticket stubs
Big feet
Up above
I'm a man I've got reasonable abilities
And I was told that there gonna be some use to me
What ever happened to the things I would reflect upon
I guess I'm losing track
Stop I'm shock through
My shape is changing
That's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Stuck in the elevator with the ghost of Christmas past
He's telling me
Just what I've lost
I jog the block as quick compressions flick around in me
But I can't seem to have joined the dots
I'm a man and I've got reasonable abilities
Trying hard to remember every part of me
Whatever happened to things I used to think about
I guess I'm losing track
Stop I'm shock through
My shape is changing
That's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Stop I'm shock through
My shape is changing
That's true
The resurrection is now
Only my second day uptown
Only my second day uptown
Uptown
