| Floating around in a vacuum of space
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| Everything here, it all looks the same
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| Like aisles and aisles of boxes and cans
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| Everything is just more of the same thing
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| I go to a friend of a friend’s party
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| Everyone’s well-dressed with a perfect body
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| And they all have alternative haircuts and straight white teeth
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| But all I see is just more of the same thing
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| Whoa, just a little is more than I can recall
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| I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
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| I’m never gonna figure it out, no, I’m never gonna try again
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| If all it is is just more of the same thing
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| In the classroom, trying to believe in
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| The words on a page of a book that I’m reading
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| Spread out by a woman who became a teacher
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| 'Cause she couldn’t make ends meet from her writing career
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| Whoa, just a little is more than I can recall
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| I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
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| I’m never gonna figure it out, no, I’m never gonna try again
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| If all it is is just more of the same thing
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| Just a little is more than I can recall
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| I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
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| I’m never gonna figure it out, no, I’m never gonna try again
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| If all it is is just more of the same thing
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| More of the same thing |