The Same

04:26
Roche Limit
Written by: Dave Righton

Lyrics

Every morning I pour myself a drink
A couple sips and I pour it down the sink.
Then I walk the same route to work,
I nod and smile to the same girl, same red skirt.
I can't think of all the things I'm gonna do
My blank stare, hoping for something new.
I get home I can't remember my day,
TV's on I got nothing left to say.
Every day, every day is just the same
I wake up, I wake up with the sun or the rain
Do you?
Every day, Every day I feel the same
I wake up, I wake up with the same old pain
Do you?
Are we, Are we just the same?
Same.
Like a pigeon in a pigeon hole,
Forced to drink from the golden bowl, no soul.
Black cloth and a fancy new car,
A few possessions defining who you are.
Stuck in traffic with the radio on,
All sounds the same, all playing the same song.
An empty room with a window and a light,
What color walls? I bet your thinking white.
Every day, every day is just the same
I wake up, I wake up with the sun or the rain
Do you?
Every day, Every day I feel the same
I wake up, I wake up with the same old pain
Do you?
Are we, Are we just the same?
Same.

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