Le bras est levé sur la boîte aux lettres J'avais peur qu'on soit tombées dans un frette T'es rendue où dans tes troubles J't'envoie le manteau tu voulais j'coude Là, dates-tu John ou l'autre? Y'avait-tu pas un docteur? (Pis y'étais tu pas beau?) Icitte c'est juste moi pis ta sœur Tu connais ton père, toujours sur la go Icitte c'est same old, same old Le monde parle vite, le temps passe slow Toi pis tes yeux émeraude Je t'envie en plein éclose Le poêle travaille double-time J'ai fait du pain pis des galettes Watches-tu encore ta line? As-tu continué ta diète? Ils appellent encore à la maison C'est l'temps qu'tu payes tes bills Demande pu à mémère pour t'acheter Du parfum, des bottes, pis des frills Icitte c'est same old, same old Le monde parle vite, le temps passe slow Toi pis tes yeux émeraude Je t'envie en plein éclose J'ai su qu'y'a eu une bombe Pas loin d'chez toi, sur Décarie Tout l'monde me d'mande si t'es okay Fais attention à toi, ma chérie J'ai reçu ta prescription C'est bien que ça te monte le moral (Prends-en pas trop) On sera là pour toi à la maison Si tu te tannes de Montréal Icitte c'est same old, same old Le monde parle vite, le temps passe slow Toi pis tes yeux émeraude Je t'envie en plein éclose Ta photo s'est-tu rendue dans les magazines? Il faut garder tes portes ouvertes Icitte t'étais la plus belle, mais y'a beaucoup d'monde là-bas La ville est-tu assez grande pour toi? Vas-tu encore changer d'adresse? J'croyais t'aimais ton appartement Ça fait assez du bien de te lire Donne de tes nouvelles à ta maman La boucle est bouclée La cire est prête Le bras est levé sur la boîte aux lettres La boucle est bouclée La cire est prête Le bras est levé sur la boîte aux lettres La boucle est bouclée La cire est prête Le bras est levé sur la boîte aux lettres La boucle est bouclée La cire est prête Le bras est levé sur la boîte aux lettres Sur la boîte aux lettres Sur la boîte aux lettres

Same old story, same old song Goes all right till it goes all wrong Now you're going, then you're gone Same old story, same old song Same old story, same old song Goes all right till it goes all wrong Now you're going, then you're gone Same old story, same old song One hand will take, one hand will give That's all we know, that is how we live One day hello, the next day goodbye And everyone just stays high Same old story, same old song Goes all right till it goes all wrong Now you're going, then you're gone Same old story, same old song One builds you up, one tears you down To some you're a saint, to others you're a clown What can you do but just see it through And hold on to what is left of you? Same old story, same old song Goes all right till it goes all wrong Now you're going, then you're gone Same old story, same old song One builds you up, one tears you down To some you're a saint, to others you're a clown What can you do? Just go on and see it through And hold on to what is left of you, yeah Same old story, same old song It goes all right till it goes all wrong Now you're going, then you're gone Same old story, same old song, yeah Same old story, same old song Goes all right till it goes all wrong Now you're going, then you're gone Same old story

再給我一點 一點就好 好讓我回到家 再看一眼 一眼就好 好讓我回憶它 再說一遍 一遍就好 好讓我放棄吧 再見一面 一面就好 聊聊那盆跳下樓的白花 空心的城牆 慌亂了日常 我們沒差 就像昨天我們也沒差 偷走了夕陽 黑白了無常 你們沒差 就像明天你們也沒差 再哭一夜 一夜就好 眼淚也累了吧 再吞一口 一口就好 然後睡著吧 空心的城牆 慌亂了日常 我們沒差 就像昨天我們也沒差 偷走了夕陽 黑白了無常 你們沒差 就像明天你們也沒差 空心的城牆 慌亂了日常 我們沒差 就像昨天我們也沒差

It's hit and miss, just stepping out the door You run the risk of seeing more A steady stream of ghosts who've fallen hard Without saying a thing, give you the whole nine yards All I want to do is ride See the world anew with the same old eyes I keep hearing the same discordant lullaby Seems I see here is all merchandise It's telling me it's what it's all about Still I'm willing to give it the benefit of the doubt All I want to do is ride See the world anew with the same old eyes But I've been fooled before, open an eye To believe what was, the same, same old eyes The same old sleeping care Just waking up now, to the struggle ahead It's hit and miss, just stepping out the door You run the risk of seeing more A steady stream of ghosts who've fallen hard Without saying a thing, give you the whole nine yards All I want to do is ride See the world anew with the same old eyes

I Don't sleep up in orbit So you should see how i sorted All these scenes from dreams that I noted Make belief for me is so important It makes me calm and free but i'm haunted By a fantasy that is flaunted In my face and i couldn't get away I was moving through the motions never moving outta place Coming to conclusions that ill never make my way Surrounded by the sentiments of sedimented fakes Need better days, what more can i say Intuition telling me this is not my fate Not made for the same old stay home phasе though Need more a journey I need a expеdition born in premonitions Attempt the mission or wonder what im missing I wanna be who I worked on I get cold feet should i stroll on These same old streets that i formed on Same old me but then my souls gone I wanna be who I worked on I get cold feet should i stroll on These same old streets that i formed on Same old me but then my souls gone Yeah I got these scribbles to a science I'm writing self reliance yet it feels like defiance Against those who would want you thinking in box Keep it locked block your vision wanna see it cropped Should i stop? ive not even started The only marksmith on the market With no target Im just going with the flow Hoping that the river can help me make it home On my own But not alone Working from the ground up you can keep the throne Across the globe is where i wanna go Still not got a plan im just writing goals Though i still stroll on these cold streets If i can't change the pace im in the same old scene Its just the same old me In the same old scene With the same old dreams I wanna be who I worked on I get cold feet should i stroll on These same old streets that i formed on Same old me but then my souls gone I wanna be who I worked on I get cold feet should i stroll on These same old streets that i formed on Same old me but then my souls gone I wanna be who I worked on I get cold feet should i stroll on These same old streets that i formed on Same old me but then my souls gone I wanna be who I worked on I get cold feet should i stroll on These same old streets that i formed on Same old me but then my souls gone I wanna be who I worked on I get cold feet should i stroll on These same old streets that i formed on Same old me but then my souls gone I wanna be who I worked on I get cold feet should i stroll on These same old streets that i formed on Same old me but then my souls gone