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All the Same Eyes
by Tim Veseley

Verse G-D

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.
		Am7 - D    G - D/F# - D
   in the wood

[G-D again]
A mother and her kids,
And they all have the same eyes,
And they're greener than they're blue,
G            Am7 - D
than they're blue
Em		E7			Am7 - D
And they love each other, too.

[G-D again]
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.
Em	  E7				Am7		D
Under weight of growing up from the ground.

Eb  Cm	  G
I aspire to work so hard.
Eb	    C	m     C	   G
All the gold is buried in the park.
in the park

A mother and her kids,
Walking hand in hand in hand,
And they all have the same eyes.
Eb	   Cm			Gmaj7
All the same eyes