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More of the Same

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What Are The Lyrics For More of the Same By Caroline Rose?
Floating around in a vacuum of space
Everything here it all looks the same Like aisles and aisles of boxes and cans Everything is just more of the same thing I go to a friend of a friends party Everyones well dressed with a perfect body And they all have alternative hair cuts and straight white teeth But all I see is just more of the same thing Woah, just a little is more than I can recall I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before I'm never gonna figure it out, no I'm never gonna try again If all it is, is just more of the same thing In the classroom, trying to believe in The words on a page of a book that I'm reading Spread out by a woman who became a teacher 'Cause she couldn't make ends meet from her writing career Woah, just a little is more than I can recall I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before I'm never gonna figure it out, no I'm never gonna try again If all it is, is just more of the same thing Just a little is more than I can recall I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before I'm never gonna figure it out, no I'm never gonna try again If all it is, is just more of the same thing More of the same thing |
Who Wrote More of the Same By Caroline Rose?
Caroline Rose
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What's The Duration Of The More of the Same By Caroline Rose?The duration of More of the Same is 4:09 minutes and seconds. |
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