| Like a ring gone down the drain
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| Our love in sunlight, at evening, pain
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| Like vermin Roman sewers bring
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| Pain and love, oh yeah, are The Same Thing
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| Are The Same Thing …
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| In my opinion, we are the red birth mark
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| From the old storybook, «Equal Light, Equal Dark»
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| Now lets flip a coin to see now who’s yin and who is yang
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| It defies opinion whether they’re The Same Thing
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| Nothing in common; |
| our blood, thicker than broth
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| We’re cut from different sides of the same cloth
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| Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening
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| Have nothing in common, yet they’re both The Same Thing
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| The same street, the same address
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| The same white hair, the same black dress
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| The sameness from opposites cling
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| Pain and Love, oh yeah, are The Same Thing
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| Are The Same Thing …
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| In my opinion, a line is never crossed
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| Until now, I was my inner feelings were always lost
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| Through spirit or season, does the human voice does sing?
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| Death and opinion they are The Same Thing
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| Nothing in common; |
| our blood, thicker than broth
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| We’re cut from different sides of the same cloth
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| Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening
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| Have nothing in common, yet they’re both The Same Thing |