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Вершы: Sting. Every Day's The Same.

Every day's
Just the same
Nothing seems to
Happen in this life of mine
Everything's so grey...

In the past
I been down
Now I've got a future
To look forward to
What's there left to say?...

All my thoughts and fantasies
Dreams where I pretend I'm free
Soarin' like an eagle, high and wide...

After birth, nothing's changed
All I get's frustrated
With the way things are
Nothing seems to work...

Pull me here,
Push me there,
Take me 'round the corner
Beat me up, I lose
Nothing but my face...

Maybe I should
Stay in debt
Think of something
In my hat
All been through
This face that's all my own...


Every day's
Just the same
Every day's
Just the same
Every day's
Just the same...

Every day's
Just the same
Nothing seems to
Happen in this life of mine
Everything's so grey...

In the past
I been down
Now I've got a future
To look forward to
What's there left to say?...

All my thoughts and fantasies
Dreams where I pretend I'm free
Soarin' like an eagle, high and wide...

Every day's
Just the same
Every day's
Just the same
[repeat to fade]