What good abode, to think with us,
So come on, you're so sad.
Well if there's a reason to be believed,
That no-one is hurt.
The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make.
Man alive, but feeling dead inside,
Day to day with the daily cry of
Same old shit but different day.
Leaving out the opposition,
Ending words with slight convictions.
Speaking the first time, these pity situations,
These situations.
The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make.
Man alive, but feeling dead inside,
Day to day with the daily cry of
Same old shit, different day,
Another habit ready to break.
I'm gonna leave you with my head held high,
These times are wasting if we want.
Cause there are different ways of seeing
Same old things we're used to seeing now.
The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make.
Man alive, but feeling dead inside,
Day to day with the daily cry of
Same old shit but different day.
Different day.
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