Artist: A Camp
Song: The Same Old Song

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

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