The Same Old Song

The Same Old Song -A Camp

Written by：Niclas Frisk/Nina Persson

Here's my prayer

I'm getting nowhere

I'm stepping up the stairs

But falling behind oh

I'm a one man show

That nobody knows

My body sure knows

I'm wondering why oh

I can't go on singing this song

That the angels will not hear

The world is a hole from all that I stole

But there is still a little love in here

Few things will last I did it too fast

But I'm learning to cry

Don't be a stepping stone

Get it all out deliver it

Here's my weep

I'm digging too deep

I do believe in lies

I've got everything to hide oh

I'm young I'm old

I do what I'm told

Cut open unfold

But there's nothing inside oh

I can't go on singing this song

That the angels will not hear

The world is a hole from all that I stole

But there is still a little love in here

Few things will last I did it too fast

But I'm learning to cry

Hey child you dance too loud

Here is your limit

No I can't go on singing this song

That the angels will not hear

The world is a hole from all that I stole

But there is still a little love in here

Few things will last I did it too fast

But I'm learning to cry

Don't be a stepping stone

Get it all out deliver it

Here's my plead

My never ending repeat

I'm a circular cry baby

With no one to trust

I'm restless and mad

And anciently sad

If someone wants to kill me

Go ahead but make it fast