Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner. I put my cigarette out on the floor. Same old broken down face in the mirror, And fist sized hole in the door.
If only I could see past myself These ankles keep twisting in vain And the older I get the more things I let be to blame.
Same old god, same old prayer. I keep repeating myself but I'm not getting anywhere.
There's that old letter you wrote me. You said you wanted to be a star. Same old broken down car in the driveway, I guess we didn't get too far.
If only I could see past myself, These keys they keep turning in vain, And the older I get the more things I let be to blame. Same old god, same old prayer. I keep repeating myself but I'm not getting anywhere.
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