Like a ring gone down the drain
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Our love in sunlight, at evening, pain
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Like vermin Roman sewers bring
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Pain and Love, oh yeah, are The Same Thing
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are The Same Thing¡¦
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In my opinion, we are the red birth mark
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from the old storybook, ¡°Equal Light, Equal Dark¡±
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Now let¡¯s flip a coin to see now who¡¯s yin and who is yang
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It defies opinion whether they¡¯re The Same Thang
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Nothing in common; our blood, thicker than broth
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We¡¯re cut from different sides of the same cloth
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Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening
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have nothing in common, yet they¡¯re both The Same Thing
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The same street, the same address
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The same white hair, the same black dress
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The same sameness from opposites cling
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Pain and Love, oh yeah, are The Same Thing
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are The Same Thing¡¦
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In my opinion, a line is never crossed
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Until now, I was my inner feelings were always lost
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Through spirit or season, does the human voice does sing?
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Death and opinion they are The Same Thing
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Nothing in common; our blood, thicker than broth
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We¡¯re cut from different sides of the same cloth
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Our love in sunlight, our pain at evening
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have nothing in common, yet they¡¯re both The Same Thing
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The Same Thing
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| Cass McCombs |
