I might talk the same
Play the same old games,
But deep down inside
I've been taken on a ride
Something changed,
Rearranged
I feel out of place
You can see it on my face.
I'm not the same anymore.
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The Same
I might talk the same
Play the same old games,
But deep down inside
I've been taken on a ride
Something changed,
Rearranged
I feel out of place
You can see it on my face.
I'm not the same anymore.