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Everything is Just the Same
End of times.
I can see the distance.
Open mind.
Even if for just this instance.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
Open door.
Waiting for God to close it.
Its not hard to ignore,
The fact you chose it.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
I wish I could fly.
Jump the roof without dying.
I wish I could cry,
Cause' then it would look like I'm trying.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
A sullen mind.
Just like your momma told you.
Fingers intwined,
But there's no one to hold you.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
Got everything.
A house and a car, but what's more,
A wedding ring.
But life ain't what it was before.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
End of the road,
Thinking you'll quit while you're ahead.
A bad hand, so fold.
Look at where your road has led.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
End of time.
I can see the distance.
Open mind.
Even if just for this instance.
But it's so hard to complain,
When you're outside in the rain.
I can see the distance.
Open mind.
Even if for just this instance.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
Open door.
Waiting for God to close it.
Its not hard to ignore,
The fact you chose it.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
I wish I could fly.
Jump the roof without dying.
I wish I could cry,
Cause' then it would look like I'm trying.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
A sullen mind.
Just like your momma told you.
Fingers intwined,
But there's no one to hold you.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
Got everything.
A house and a car, but what's more,
A wedding ring.
But life ain't what it was before.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
End of the road,
Thinking you'll quit while you're ahead.
A bad hand, so fold.
Look at where your road has led.
But it's so hard to complain,
When everything is just the same.
End of time.
I can see the distance.
Open mind.
Even if just for this instance.
But it's so hard to complain,
When you're outside in the rain.
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