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PRESS CLUB - WASTED DAYS [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]

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Filmed & Edited by Nick Manuell
Produced by Greg Rietwyk & Press Club
Mixed by Greg Rietwyk
Mastered by Kris Crummett
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LYRICS:
I feel my body getting grey like my concrete town
It's desiccating all of my future somehow
I tried to change, I tried it out
But they'd taken all the water out
I let the ceiling fall down from the sky
So I can see it changing from day into night
I need the dark, I need the light
But I'm surrounded by the walls inside
I feel the same
On my wasted days
I need to change
I need to change my wasted ways
I'd like to catch you and reel you in
I like the feeling of you crawling on my skin
Electricity is where you end and I begin
Oh my memory of black and white linoleum
I hold you close but let you out
The bradycardia of everything slowing down
I feel the same
On my wasted days
I need to change
I need to change my wasted ways
My wasted days have always been the same
Go to bed early, wake up late
I look in the mirror, see the same young face
Changing every day
If I could see me through your eyes
I'd set the scene and stabilise
I feel the same
On my wasted days
I need to change
I need to change my wasted ways
I feel the same
On my wasted days
I need to change
ORDER RECORDS AND MERCH:
Filmed & Edited by Nick Manuell
Produced by Greg Rietwyk & Press Club
Mixed by Greg Rietwyk
Mastered by Kris Crummett
Follow PRESS CLUB
LYRICS:
I feel my body getting grey like my concrete town
It's desiccating all of my future somehow
I tried to change, I tried it out
But they'd taken all the water out
I let the ceiling fall down from the sky
So I can see it changing from day into night
I need the dark, I need the light
But I'm surrounded by the walls inside
I feel the same
On my wasted days
I need to change
I need to change my wasted ways
I'd like to catch you and reel you in
I like the feeling of you crawling on my skin
Electricity is where you end and I begin
Oh my memory of black and white linoleum
I hold you close but let you out
The bradycardia of everything slowing down
I feel the same
On my wasted days
I need to change
I need to change my wasted ways
My wasted days have always been the same
Go to bed early, wake up late
I look in the mirror, see the same young face
Changing every day
If I could see me through your eyes
I'd set the scene and stabilise
I feel the same
On my wasted days
I need to change
I need to change my wasted ways
I feel the same
On my wasted days
I need to change
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