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The Upper Room
The Upper Room
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Miller
Alex Miller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Schroeder
Paul Schroeder
Producer

Lyrics

On the last day Of the year, year In the garden, very clear But what I fear Is that I'm losing What I held dear But my goal Is nothing at all They said it's (they said it's) Pathetic (pathetic) But I won't (but I won't) Forget it She was the centre You're taking me Towards the centre Of my old life Take an issue Or a truth, truth Go and shout it from the roof Yeah from the roof People call it Self-abuse But my goal Is nothing at all They said it's (they said it's) Pathetic (pathetic) But I won't (but I won't) Forget it She was the centre You're taking me Towards the centre Of my old life (guitar solo) Don't talk about it (Don't talk about it) They said it's (they said it's) Pathetic (pathetic) But I won't (but I won't) Forget it She was the centre You're taking me Towards the centre Of my old life She was the centre You're taking me Towards the centre Of my old life
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