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