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More Of The Same

Sans

We have everything chance, coutless forms
But we always have everything the same

Loves repeat mistakes
Like words on a broken record

I'm tired of this vicious circle
Of this blank slate
Of this false love

This tiredness of samethings repeating thamselves
My thoughts keep me silence
And I think that's wonderful

I'm tired of this vicious circle
Of this blank slate
Of this false love