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Everything's The Same
Kjelland/Ranney

Welcome to my world she said
And slapped me on the back
I'd like to ask her what that meant
But she won't cut me slack

I can't see you
Here I am, here I am
I can't hear you
Here I am, here I am
I can't touch you
Here I am, here I am
And I cannot make you stay
Yet here I am, yet here I am

You won't be someone else's girl
And still you won't be mine
I'm trying to convince myself
It's not a waste of time

When did you decide that life
Is not a contact game
And the answer to the question is
That everything's the same

Everything's the same
Everything's the same

You're packing up your summer clothes
To build a sunshine file
Winter's onslaught won't conceal
Your Mona Lisa smile

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