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Same Shit, Different Year

from High Priests of Low​-​Life by Flight Distance

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lyrics

Hook:
It's crazy how the days just disappear
Wasted sipping beer, same shit, different year

Patience:
Perhaps, exposure therapy
Dean's list, three kids, sober clarity
Pressure to a nosebleed, pulmonary leaks
Some sorta concerted effort...

It's crazy how the days just blend together
Never better, livin' triple X or seventh letter
Depressed, whatever; the good shit for granted 'til a memory
In a roundabout way, you killed my enemies

And if you could go back in time and do it different
You would find the intuition save yourself some major heartache
But if I had to I would gladly be a statue
Come alive only to catch you all over, and baby carpe

And in an instance, meet your eyes to feel a splitting in my sides
And spill my baboon heart...
No time wasted, s'not invested till yet
And I would never regret two starts to that same day

Hook

Bender:

Yeah yeah, now I watch the paint chip in this chair
While I'm sitting here trying to get it all crystal clear
Am I lost trying to steer through the fog?
Who the hell are we foolin' givin' cheers to our spirits and our health?

Now how'd I get this grey tinge in my beard?
Something's missin' here could these be the days that we feared?
Feelin caught in the gears of the clock, need help
Double-fisting in the mirror, giving cheers to myself

Sometimes it's like the pain gets so severe
My brain just interferes with what I'm trying to figure out
But you can see my face shift when you're near
When you not around cant get this little sneer off my mouth

And hey miss, did ya' hear?
I may slip, but my dear I cant do it by myself
And in the past i may have been insincere
But there ain't nobody else who'd make me wanna work it out, it's crazy

Hook

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from High Priests of Low​-​Life, released November 15, 2014
Produced by Bender. Written and performed by Patience and Bender.

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