| There’s a guy sellin' baggies by a telephone pole
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| To a dime bag girl who’s gonna sell her soul
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| On a corner, round the corner from where her mama sits
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| Waitin' on a call she hopes she never gets
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| And there’s a boy by a locker white knuckles his bag
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| Hopin' that bully picks that other fag
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| Hidin' in the closet playin' pretend
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| For a sunday mornin' sermon daddy preachin' on a sin
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| Same train, different track
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| Different mama, same heart attack
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| Same bullet, different gun
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| Different cross, same son
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| Same hell, different levels
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| Different demons (Different demons)
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| Same devil
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| There’s a suit wearin' snake with a million dollar smile
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| Shakin' hands with a rat just across the aisle
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| You voted for the snake and I voted for the rat
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| They’re rolln' in the dough we’re fightin' for scraps
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| Same crazy, different brain
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| Different drug, same vein
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| Same bottle, different proof
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| Different lie, same old truth
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| Everybody got some kind of Hell
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| Just different levels
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| Different demons (Different demons)
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| Same devil
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| He don’t knock (He don’t knock), he walks right in (He walks right in)
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| And if you’re not watchin' you’ll run, right into him
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| Same wrong, different right
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| Different tunnel, same bright light
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| Everybody lookin' for God on every level
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| Different demons (Different demons)
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| Same damn devil |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Same Devil , by - Brandy Clark. Song from the album Your Life is a Record, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня