No Two Days The Same 
By DPmusicUk 

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I always imagined...
Something perfect with you...
It was that thing, that very spark...
A light in the dark.

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We were good once...
Or was that some other lie...
It didn't feel like that...
It didn't feel that way to me.

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I know now I was wrong...
My broken heart tells me so.

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No two days the same...
That's how it was...
How it was with you...
And now I know.

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No two days the same 
Your lies collide...
Your truth is lost...
At least I now see...

No two days the same, with you.

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I gave my all to you...
A faithful heart pure and true...
I knew you were cruel...
It's my cross to bear.

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But I was willing...
Willing to pay the price...
But you burnt down...
You burnt down my very soul...

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I know now I was wrong...
My broken heart tells me so.

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No two days the same...
That's how it was...
How it was with you...
And now I know.

🎶 

No two days the same 
Your lies collide...
Your truth is lost...
At least I now see...

No two days the same, with you.

🎸 

🎶 

No two days the same...
That's how it was...
How it was with you...
And now I know.

🎶 

No two days the same 
Your lies collide...
Your truth is lost...
At least I now see...

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No two days the same...

With you.

No Two Days The Same

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This track is basically what happens when one person tries to stage a whole emotional Broadway show in your living room… and you just sit there like a disappointed houseplant.

It’s indie rock with jangle-pop sparkle, post-punk heartbeat, and the calm, unbothered aura of someone who has already survived three relationship plot twists, two monologues, and one mysteriously slammed door.

Here’s the dynamic:
They: changes season, mood, haircut and entire personality every four minutes.
You: “Cool. I’ll be over here. Breathing.”

They storm around kicking up dust, lighting metaphorical matches, painting imaginary thunderstorms on your ceiling like an avant-garde weather report nobody asked for.
Meanwhile, you’re proudly practicing the ancient art of Not Giving Them The Reaction They Are Fishing For™ — a martial discipline passed down since childhood and powered entirely by patience, caffeine, and mild existential resignation.

Somehow, your stillness is their personal magnet.
They keep coming back.
They keep testing your walls.
They keep poking the emotional bear…
…and the bear just quietly sips tea.

This song is for anyone who has ever stayed calm on purpose — not because they’re boring, but because chaos is exhausting and someone has to be the adult in the room.
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Lyrics:

You walk in circles ‘round my evening,
kicking dust into the light.
Throwing sparks like little questions,
hoping one will start a fight.
But I don’t move, I don’t shake easy —
I just breathe and let it slide.
You paint thunder on the ceiling,
but I stay quiet on my side.

I stay still…
when your storms start running wild.
I stay still…
like I learned it as a child.
You push and pull and twist the room,
just to see if I react —
but I stay still…
and somehow you keep coming back.

You switch from winter into summer,
in a heartbeat, in a breath.
You throw lines like little riddles,
testing edges, testing depth.
And I don’t flinch, I don’t chase shadows —
I’ve got time you can’t unmake.
You light matches in the doorway,
just to see if something breaks.

I stay still…
when your moods start shaking walls.
I stay still…
through your rises and your falls.
You crash like waves across the room,
waiting for me to react —
but I stay still…
and somehow you keep coming back.

Maybe you dance around the tension
just to hear the wires hum…
maybe I don’t rise to chaos
‘cause I know what you run from.
Maybe calm is just my weapon,
maybe quiet is my shield…
maybe you return each time
to test what never yields.

So go on, twist the nights around me,
light the corners, bruise the air…
I’ll stay still — the same slow center —
’cause I know you’ll find me there.

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