A F#m D E Coughing blood on an American tourD E D E left me bewildered, concerned for my futureA F#m D E The doctor told me with little pityD E D E the consequences of all that glutony [Pre-Chorus]D A E Always heading to the next song alongD E With no concern for the vessel that will sing them [Chorus]A F#m D E Same old, same old, same old songA F#m D E Same old, same old, road to travel onA F#m D E But the time is now, and one day we'll be goneA D A E So let's sing the same old song[Verse]A F#m D E A weeping wound when you're serving foodD E D E Won't win you many tipsA F#m D E But sing a song of love gone wrongD E D E And the accolades unzip their shackles [Pre-Chorus]D A E Always heading to the next song alongD E With no concern for the vessel that will sing them [Chorus]A F#m D E Same old, same old, same old songA F#m D E Same old, same old, road to travel onA F#m D E But the time is now, and one day we'll be goneA D A E So let's sing the same old song [Bridge]C#m F#m Somewhere there's reasonC#m F#m Somewhere there's painC#m F#m Somewhere there's progressD E But like the cockroach the song remains always [Chorus]A F#m D E Same old, same old, same old songA F#m D E Same old, same old, road to travel onA F#m D E But the time is now, and one day we'll be goneA D A E So let's sing the same old song
Same Old Song
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