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Same Old Stuff
Again I enter
your boring zone,
a place of nothing,
with plenty of alone.
The moods been set,
no words to cheer,
I'm talking to you,
but no one hears.
You ask me,
to come talk for awhile,
this is nuts,
I don't like your style.
Alone before,
and alone today,
nothing has changed,
you just want your way.
Well guess what,
I have new plans,
no more nothing,
from a boring man.
Same Old Stuff, Just A Different Day
Copyright ©
Christy Hardy
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