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Same old ground A few steps behind from where I used to be Glad to see the future didn't fail you like it failed me Old friends tell the same old stories At ends, we shake the same old hands Waking up early on Saturdays alone Taking this all on together Doesn't make me want to stay Straight faced in line with the mourning Another break from long ago Sleeping in on Sundays Shouldn't make me want to go back home Cover you in your former glory Hiding in your new year Your pictures won't be growing any brighter Take more time to rest Take more time to rest Waking up early on Saturdays alone Sleeping in on Sundays Shouldn't make you want to go back home