Lyrics:
For January, Fillmore on the 7th, showed his face
Then on the 9th, Richard arrived at the Nixon place
McKinley, born on January 29th, I hear
Then,
up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine
Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath
I wake up every day same routine
Wake up bake up hit the stu and dream
The monotony of a screen
Same old same old every week
I do the same thing
In the shadow of the night
The words and wine
They flow by the crimes of this tired mind
Crawl to the dream
We can’t remember
New moon spirit me away
I got the same old dream this morning
Was woken up by the afternoon sun, yeah
Can still remember vintage pouring
It was the good old friends reunion
feel the same
I can see by the tears in your eyes
I don't wanna live on a memory
I just wanna fall in love again
I don't want our dreams to ever end
feel the same
I can see by the tears in your eyes
I don't wanna live on a memory
I just wanna fall in love again
I don't want our dreams to ever end
thicker than the Old Testament
Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate
Same bitch giving brains to the minister
The same reason they call Mr. Cee
the afternoon light.
Cuz all that I can do is dream of you
cnd watch another year go by.
Watching my silly dreams... yeah
Falling apart.
cll dressed up
I wish I
cell by cell
No one has a cure for sale
In my dreams I'm running free
From all the hurt and misery you cause in me
(Chorus)
Part of me hopes you'll
of paydays
Since I'd heard that eagle scream
So with a stomach full of empty
And a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar
Actually
of
Compilations heavy in rotation at the mall
Another Old Navy
A few less trees, I guess it's not wrong to want
Your own little piece of the American dream
to black.
You could come to me by plane, but that wouldn't be the same
As that old motel room in Texarkana was.
So I'll take two of what you're having
be singin that old blues song
(Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft)
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North
You ain't soft, cause
Before too long you're getting on the bus for free
Same old routine
Same old blue jeans
Same old nightmares different dreams
Funny how quick the days
well we do the same old thing
Reshaped, remade again and again
Piece by piece, made whole of dreams
New and old
New and old
How well we do the same old
to never look back
Night falls early on these lonely streets-and time rolls by like a midnight train
Innocence in abundance on these lonely streets-but
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them
And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years
on praying
Will our dreams by the same
I wonder if you ever think of me too
Charmaine's waiting, just for you
Living in vain
Sarah and the Moon
It's all the same
Standing in the parking lot like old friends
Speaking incoherently
Staring at my shoelace
Wondering
Oh, for the fun of them
When I was one of them
And when October goes
The same old dream appears
And you are in my arms
To share the happy years
silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old Dead Boy's song
Song in silence
All
I see
The same old dreams
And this is what I see
Remember
You and me
Life's a parody
I see
The same old dreams
And this is what I see
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