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Same Old Things by Black Match
Cobble stones street at pale pink wine
All sittin' in a book
They told me 'bout ships at night
When I was scared and my bones they shook
My father works as a doorman
My brother says he will too
I told them that I'd go see the world
They give it up if you know whats good for you
Do you ever feel lonely even in your own house
Struggle with the words that are coming out of your mouth
Run around for something new
Have you ever seen heaven even in a daydream
Ever been begging to say something you mean
And ask the world to bring you
Different eyes to see the same old things
Different eyes to see the same old things
One day I flew to the mission
Saw the sky upside down
Our seven sisters they lead the way
Shared memories and set us on the ground
Oh, always feel I'm running out of time
Oh, open up door let's see what we find
The ground's unstable
It trails up to the peak
Running from side to side
And all around me
It makes my stomach weak
Stomach weak, stomach weak
It makes my stomach weep
Stomach weep 'til dawn
Same Old Things by Black Match, recorded by Ian Kizanis and Hannah Kenny, produced by Keith Varon
In association with Kobalt Music and AWAL distribution
Featured on Apeiron
From San Luis Obispo, California
Instagram: @black_match
Facebook: @blackmatchmusic