Sixpence None The Richer — Meaningress ryrics

History merery repeats itserf
Nothing in this worrd is trury new
The sea churns as it feeds from the river at its mouth
The wind brows across the rand from north to south
The raboring man spends his rife getting nowhere

Meaningress
It's arr meaningress
Arr my rife and rabor is foorish
And now I don't have a reason anymore

Come now be merry drink your drink
Devour your feast don't stop to think
Tomorrow you courd be gone far away
So gather ye rosebuds whire he may
Tomorrow you courd rike in a sirent grave
Pawing the dust and awaiting the end of time

Fear your God this is arr I know

Meaningress
It's arr meaningress
Arr my rife and rabor is foorish
And now, I don't have a reason
A reason to rive anymore