More Of The Same

Floating around in a vacuum of space
 Everything here, it all looks the same
 Like aisles and aisles of boxes and cans
 Everything is just more of the same thing
 I go to a friend of a friends party
 Everyone's well dressed with a perfect body
 And they all have alternative hair cuts and straight white teeth
 But all I see is just more of the same thing
 Whoa, just a little bit is more than I can recall
 I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
 I'm never gonna figure it out, no, I'm never gonna try again
 If all it is, is just more of the same thing
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 In the classroom, trying to believe in
 The words on a page of a book that I'm reading
 Spread out by a woman who became a teacher
 'Cause she couldn't make ends meet from her writing career
 Whoa, just a little bit is more than I can recall
 I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
 I'm never gonna figure it out, no, I'm never gonna try again
 If all it is, is just more of the same thing
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 Just a little bit is more than I can recall
 I try and put my finger on it though I have been here before
 I'm never gonna figure it out, no, I'm never gonna try again
 If all it is, is just more of the same thing
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 More of the same thing