SAME AS ME
IM STRUGGLING DOWN THIS ROAD
KICKING UP STONES AS I GO
SOMEBODY TOLD ME
THESE ROADS WERE MADE OF GOLD
THAT MUST OF BEEN
A LONG TIME AGO
ALL I SEE NOW IS MISERY
EVERYBODY LOOKING FOR SOMETHING
THE SAME AS ME.
WORDS BY PETER STOCK HAMMERSMITH78MUSICPROMOTIONS COPY RIGHT 2019
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