They're Playing Our Song Lyrics

Same old trouble, same old me

Same old you is all we're gonna be

Run in circles, walk the line

Going nowhere and running out of time

Make a phone call, spin the wheel

Say you're sorry but you don't know how it feels

Take it easy, find some shade

Speak the language and you've got it made

The man you see

Is not the real me

Unless of course

You like what you see

I can be the man of your dreams

Or the stuff of nightmares

The man you see

Is not the real me

Unless of course

You like what you see

I can be the man of your dreams

Or the stuff of nightmares

We fall asleep with the television on

Fall asleep with the television on

We fall asleep with the television on

Fall asleep with the television on

Hey, they're playing our song