Ernold Same awoke from the same dream
In the same bed at the same time
Looked in the same mirror
Made the same frown
And felt the same way he did every day,
Then Ernold Same caught the same train
At the same station, sat in the same seat
With the same nasty stain
Next to him the same old what's his name
On his way to the same place to do the same thing
Again and again, poor old Ernold Same.
Oh Ernold Same,
His world stays the same,
Today will always be tomorrow,
Poor old Ernold Same,
He's getting that feeling once again,
Nothing will change tomorrow.
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Tema: libertad o despreocupación
