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It Means nothing to me They're his words Written down Forgotton history He Never stayed around Long enough to tell me It's A battle ground In your own head and heart I've found Constant Roundabout Stoppin off Between Peace and Pure Confussion Not knowin The way in which Your feet are goin Down a good street? Maybe today Probably tommorow It's a tommorow We work that shift for Waste the hours away For a future lost in fog And continual back log of past beings Forgotton dreams and meanings The history He left for reading Its just words on paper Means nothing to me