The Same Old Song

The Same Old Song -A Camp
Written by：Niclas Frisk/Nina Persson
Heres my prayer
Im getting nowhere
Im stepping up the stairs
But falling behind oh
Im a one man show
That nobody knows
My body sure knows
Im wondering why oh
I cant 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 Im learning to cry
Dont be a stepping stone
Get it all out deliver it
Heres my weep
Im digging too deep
I do believe in lies
Ive got everything to hide oh
Im young Im old
I do what Im told
Cut open unfold
But theres nothing inside oh
I cant 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 Im learning to cry
Hey child you dance too loud
Here is your limit
No I cant 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 Im learning to cry
Dont be a stepping stone
Get it all out deliver it
Heres my plead
My never ending repeat
Im a circular cry baby
With no one to trust
Im restless and mad
And anciently sad
If someone wants to kill me
Go ahead but make it fast