note: this song inspired my 'subtitle'
[chorus]
It's the same old story, same old lies.
They crawl around so beautifully,
They sleep without hopes or rights.
The same old story same old lies.
The end could never follow up,
The world was there to swallow us.
Hopes and dreams
Whats the use?
It all seems so dead, alone.
Same old story
Never could explain the drone.
Tell me what to make of us,
Tell me is it real,
I want to know why dreams become
The essence of surreal
Tell me, can I not become
All I never thought to feel
The dreams and deeds, so innocent
It's like all I think's not real
No, it never was,
That same old story always told
We're a sold out ticket box,
A sold out movie's ticket box.
[*]
Lie alone,
I command you,
I beseech you to desert
The past is gone
We are a lost cause,
A futile lost cause.
Futile dreams,
Please tell me,
Am I not?
Why am I not?
Futile chances
Can I be everything I thought?
[chorus]
Tell me what to make
Of all I never understood
Tell me how to break,
Is it real
Or is it fake?
[chorus]
[*]
vanity
vanity
vanity
same old story
vanity
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