' same cryin' and sobbin' Same song and dance... Same diggin' and pleadin' same yellin' and bleedin' Same song and dance Yeah Same song and dance I know Same song
the stairs But falling behind, ooh I'm a one man show That nobody knows My body's thorn out I'm wondering why I can't go on singing this song
is our favorite song The one that we danced to all night long It used to bring sweet memories Of a tender love that used to be Now it's the same old song
', same cryin' and sobbin' Same song and dance Same diggin' and pleadin', same yellin' and bleedin' Same song and dance Yeah, same song and dance I know, same song
the same old song But with a different meaning Since you been gone It's the same old song But with a different meaning Since you been gone It's the same old song
I could take them And make them all my own Giving them hope and peace Instead of that same old sad song I will sing unto you a new song, song about
could take them And make them all my own Giving them hope and peace Instead of that same old sad song I will sing unto you a new song A song about love
SING THAT SAME SONG AGAIN Writers Wynn Stewart and Bobby George) Copyright 1967 Sing that same song again sing it over I wanna feel that same mood again
left is our favorite song The one we danced to all night long It used to bring sweet memories Of a tender love that used to be Now it's the same old song
the cars roll by and I just want to die I'm just singing the same old song its going, its going, its Gone I'm just SICK of the Same Old Song As
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
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D.J. had just begun He said this song is a mystery to me But I know it has to be a number one It had the same feeling a different song Thought
same song We're singing that same song That same song That same song Same song Oh yeah Same song Oh yeah Same song that same song Same song Oh yeah
Exterminate the laws of all The sacred past Begins to fall The undying gods of death The disease it must be fed Parade of the dead The asylum marches
When you're weary, feeling small When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all I'm on your side when times get rough And friends just can't be found
