| If anyone is making this, count me with a nihilist tonight
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| Out on 23rd and Fig, half naked, and drunk, and high
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| And when I come through swinging, you can hear me singing
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| Nothing really matters
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| Nothing really matters
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| Nothing really matters
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| Because if it did, I couldn’t handle it
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| And anyone can have a go
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| If you wanna touch me, let me know
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| And when I’m at my lowest low, that’s when I’m most comfortable
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| And when I come through swinging, you can hear me singing
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| And on the pavement later, you can hear me whisper
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| Nothing really matters
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| Nothing really matters
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| Nothing really matters
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| Because if it did, I couldn’t handle it
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| So kill me with a nihilist, tonight, I guess
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| You can kill me with the nihilist tonight
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| So kill me the nihilist, tonight, I guess
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| You can kill me with the nihilist
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| Pour me one more or whatever
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| Pour me one more or whatever
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| Nothing really matters, really matters
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| Pour me one more or whatever
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| Pour me one more or whatever
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| Nothing really matters, really matters
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| So kill me with the nihilist, tonight, I guess
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| You can kill me with the nihilist tonight
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| Kill me with the nihilist, tonight, I guess
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| You can kill me with the nihilist tonight |