The Lumineers — Same Old Song
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Hey, Mama, would you pay my rent?
Would you let me crash in your basement?
'Cause anyone of us could make it big or could end up dead on the pavement
And if I was to die
If the plane went down and you survived
You ever wondered what your parents meant
When they told you Grandma's in Heaven?
'Cause I don't feel it like I did back then in a black sedan of depression
And everyone's alright, I could not afford to see the light
I don't know what's wrong with me
I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone
Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old, same sad song
In the braille where the top is black like a starving mouth for the answer
You said the boulevard was not that bad
And then they jacked our van with the instruments
In the broad daylight, they popped the trunk and left the keys behind
The cops pretend to care
I'll never see my mom's guitar again
I don't know what's wrong with me
I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone
The party has been done for hours
I'm laying on bathroom tile
Spilling all my guts below the throne
Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old, same sad song
Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old, same sad song
Would you let me crash in your basement?
'Cause anyone of us could make it big or could end up dead on the pavement
And if I was to die
If the plane went down and you survived
You ever wondered what your parents meant
When they told you Grandma's in Heaven?
'Cause I don't feel it like I did back then in a black sedan of depression
And everyone's alright, I could not afford to see the light
I don't know what's wrong with me
I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone
Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old, same sad song
In the braille where the top is black like a starving mouth for the answer
You said the boulevard was not that bad
And then they jacked our van with the instruments
In the broad daylight, they popped the trunk and left the keys behind
The cops pretend to care
I'll never see my mom's guitar again
I don't know what's wrong with me
I killed the mood so naturally
The guests begin to make me feel alone
The party has been done for hours
I'm laying on bathroom tile
Spilling all my guts below the throne
Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old, same sad song
Same old song
We sing the same old song
We sing the same old, same sad song
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"We sing the same old song"
Project much?
Project much?
Aptly titled.
Now to remember which concert I've seen them at