The Same Thing

Cass McCombs

/ The Same Thing /

In my opinion, a line is never crossed
Until now, I was my inner feelings were always lost
Through spirit or season, does the human voice does sing?
Death and opinion they are The Same Thing

Nothing in common; our blood, thicker than broth
We’re cut from different sides of the same cloth
Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening
Have nothing in common, yet they’re both The Same Thing

 

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