More Of The Same
Sans
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We have everything chance, coutless forms
But we always have everything the same
Loves repeat mistakes
Like words on a broken record
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I'm tired of this vicious circle
Of this blank slate
Of this false love
This tiredness of samethings repeating thamselves
My thoughts keep me silence
And I think that's wonderful
I'm tired of this vicious circle
Of this blank slate
Of this false love