All the Same Eyes

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Rheostatics - Pop

All the Same Eyes

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Tim Veseley A mother and her kids An eleven a.m. trip Down the street from where they live To a grassy little stop That someone's called a park 'Cause it's routed in the wood A mother and her kids And they all have the same eyes And they're greener than they're blue And they love each other, too A mother looking tired Always weighted under 'Cause no one else brought food And it's a (Sunday) slow afternoon 'Cause there's no one else around And the TV drags her down Under weight of growing up from the ground I aspire to work so hard All the gold is buried in the park A mother and her kids Walking hand in hand in hand And they all have the same eyes

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  • Rheostatics