from a frustrated Martha Stewart wannabe who's in love with just about anything purty
Did we lose ourselves again?Do we take in what's been said?Do we take the time to beAll the things we said we'd beAnd we bury heads in sandBut my future's in my handsIt means nothingIt means nothingYou can find yourself a GodBelieve in which one you want'Coz they love you all the sameThey just go by different namesWhen we fly our flag todayAre you proud or just ashamed?It means nothingIt means nothingIt means nothingIt means nothingIt means nothingIf I haven't got youIf I haven't got youIf I haven't got youIf I haven't got youAnd the sun sets in the skyYou're the apple of my eyeIf the bomb goes off againIn my brain or on the trainI hope that I'm with you'Cos I wouldn't know what to doIt means nothingIt means nothingIt means nothingIt means nothingIt means nothingIf I haven't got youIf I haven't got youIf I haven't got youIf I haven't got you
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