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Rob Baird

Same Damn Thing

 

Same Damn Thing

(album: I Swear It's The Truth - 2012)


Fifteen bottles and old guitars, long distance lovers, with broken hearts
Living down on last night's sins again
Take the stage as the shadows dance, pray they keep on filing in
This is my last stand, and good luck

Good luck to the girls on the side of the stage
Boys at the bar making minimum wage
Every lost soul out there on the interstate
Well, we'll all be here till the lights burn out
We'll all keep swinging to just strike out
Trying to find heaven, taking what the devil brings
Oh, everybody's out here looking for the same damn thing

Burned down bridges and dead end streets, nobody comes and nobody leaves
Everybody wants what everybody needs
Overstays and fearless nights, standing tall in the ballroom lights
Praying that we get higher than we've been before

Good luck to the girls on the side of the stage
Boys at the bar making minimum wage
Every lost soul out there on the interstate
Well, we'll all be here till the lights burn out
We'll all keep swinging to just strike out
Trying to find heaven, taking what the devil brings
Oh, everybody's out here looking for the same damn thing

No oh, no oh, no one can tell us we're wrong
No oh, no oh, I keep singing all night long

Pack it up and pay the band, take the devil from these idle hands
This is my last stand, and good luck

Good luck to the girls on the side of the stage
Boys at the bar making minimum wage
Every lost soul out there on the interstate
Well, we'll all be here till the lights burn out
We'll all keep swinging to just strike out
Trying to find heaven, taking what the devil brings
Oh, everybody's out here looking for the same damn thing

Oh, everybody's out here looking for the same damn thing

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