| Coughing blood on an American tour
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| Left me bewildered, concerned for my future
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| The doctor told me with little pity
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| The consequences of all that gluttony
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| Always traveling to the next song along
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| With no concern for the vessel that will sing them
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| Same old, same old, same old song
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| Same old, same old, road to travel on
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| But the time is now and one day we’ll be gone
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| So let’s sing the same old song
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| A weeping wound when you’re serving food
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| Won’t win you many tips
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| But sing a song of love gone wrong
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| And the accolades unzip their shackles
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| Always heading to the next song along
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| With no concern for the vessel that emotes them
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| Same old, same old, same old song
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| Same old, same old, road to travel on
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| But the time is now and one day we’ll be gone
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| So let’s sing the same old song
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| Somewhere there’s reason
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| Somewhere there’s pain
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| Somewhere there’s progress
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| Like the cockroach, the sun it is always
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| Same old, same old, same old song
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| Same old, same old, same old road to travel on
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| But the time is now and one day we’ll be gone
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| So let’s sing the same old song
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| Oh, let’s sing the same old song |