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You get nothin' back for all you've saved |
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Just eternity in a spacious grave |
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She said, "nothing is true, everything is permitted" |
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Things just go from bad to worse |
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Starts like a kiss and ends like a curse |
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But nothing's true, she said everything is permitted |
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She got jewels on her tongue to time the stars |
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She drives all morning in unmarked cars |
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But nothing's true, it is all permitted |
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She got these special tools just to keep things tight |
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They robbed her eyes long ago of light |
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But nothing's true, she told me it's all permitted |
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She got inscrutable poise and nihilist charms |
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She gets her sleep through tubes in her arm |
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She said nothing is true, she said everything is permitted |
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She nods on graves, the marble's cold and white, |
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Her dreams surround the sun like a satellite |
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She said nothin' is true, she told me it's all permitted |
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The spiders [milk?] her thigh, it does not phase her |
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She cleans her skin with a krypton laser |
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Nothing is true, everything is permitted |
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She got heels so high, she got a gown so thin |
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Her eyes stop the whip before it tames her sin |
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She says nothin' is true, everything is permitted |
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Until they perfect the techniques to clone |
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You all better remember you're all alone |
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Because nothing is true, she said everything is permitted |
