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Life'll
Never Be the Same copyright©2001,
Michael Sorbonne Robinson I’m
lying here, longing for the same ol' face, for
the same ol' charm and the same ol' style, for
the same ol' nightgown with the yellowed lace, for
the same ol' sparkle in the same ol' smile. I’m
lying here, wishing for the same ol' laugh, for
the same ol' jokes, for the same small talk for
the same ol' songs on the same phonograph, for
the same ol' sway in the same ol' walk. Chorus:
When I see the same things that remind me of you, I’m
aware that my same ol' behavior’s to blame. Ain’t
the same ol' perfection in the things that are new, and
I know life'll never be the same. I’m
lying here wishing on the same ol’ star, ‘neath
the same old moon with the same ol’ glow On
the same ol’ prairie that we travelled so far with
the same ol’ critters and the same ol’ crow. I’m
lying here dreaming of the same ol’ ride to
the canyon’s rim on the same ol’ trail, with
my same ol’ love a-ridin’ by my side, in
the same weddin’ dress, with the same ol’ veil. Chorus:
When I see the same things that remind me of you, I’m
aware that my same ol' behavior’s to blame. Ain’t
the same ol' perfection in the things that are new, and
I know life’ll never be the same. Now
my life is dripping with the same ol' tears, with
the same ol' memories of your gentle hands, with
the same ol' guzzling on the same ol' beers, and
the same ol' frustration with one-night stands. It’s
just the same ol' days, and the same ol' nights, the
same ol' gripes with my job at the mill, and
the same sense of empty when I turn out the lights, and
the same ol' hopeless when the night is still. Chorus:
When I see the same things that remind me of you, I’m
aware that my same ol' behavior’s to blame. Ain’t
the same ol' perfection in the things that are new,
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