American you know I had to cop that foreign After we leave girl, you know where you going Straight to the 'tel, you ain't leaving 'till the morning Same old thing, yeah you know that shit's boring (that shit's boring) I know it's never boring American

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

As time goes by Moonlight and love songs Never out of date Hearts full of passion Jealousy and hate Woman needs man That no one can deny It's still the same old story A fight for love and glory

I play the road, And every city's like the same three chords Been helping us along when the story's told Shaking off the miles and trying to make it home And the highway is our song, And the crowd is done and gone And the crowd has come and gone Every

I can't quit you The minute you arrive, I'm gone But I've been mistaken, oh, you just been playing Still I'm addicted to the same old Coldplay song And every time you turn it on God knows I can't fix you But I can't quit you No, I can't quit you

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

Silent woman in the night, you came Took my seed from my shaking frame Same old fire, another flame And the wheel rolls on Silent woman through the flames, you come From the deep behind the sun Seems my nightmares, have just begun Left me barely holding

Oh oh, sing me that song At least there's some song bringing me home Oh oh, same old song I left my soul sold, play me rock and roll It was a hard time living in the city Broke my mind, I was trying hard to fit in Somehow I tried to belong They were

I believe you could be What I need to believe And I believe that you could be what I need to believe Oh it just keeps coming 'round again To just keeps coming 'round again It's the same old song that I always sing each year But just because it's

Could send her home again Ah, here she comes Here she comes, here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of the superbrain She'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like a friend But a couple of songs from your old scrapbook