Same old slippers, Same old rice, Same old glimpse of paradise.
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How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears Wish you were here
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He is the same old sausage, fizzing and sputtering in his own grease.
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Losers have tons of variety. Champions just take pride in learning to hit the same old boring winning shots.
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Frank It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girls dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.
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I speak for an art ... weary of its puny exploits, weary of pretending to be able, of being able, of doing a little better the same old thing,...
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Of course it's the same old story. Truth usually is the same old story
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