| I am a happy nihilist, no absolute truth does exist
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| When I decide to shake my fist, I only got myself to blame
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| Cause we’re all players and life’s the game
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| I only take what I need, I am so light on my feet
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| I will not stop or concede, I am not driven by greed
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| No moral compass for me, it’s all just natural feelings
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| Existence has no meaning, there’s no such thing as happy
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| But late at night when I sleep, I dream of more than I see
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| There’s something burning in me, a driving need to be free
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| Why do I sit here and think about the things that I need?
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| There’s nothing left to believe, oh is it all just a dream?
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| I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
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| But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else but me
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| I used to read everything, I used to need nothing
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| I put my money on me, I used to be something
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| Now I can’t sleep, cause I’m not happy
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| I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
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| But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else but me
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| Whoa oh oh
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| Why am I haunted by the metaphysical?
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| Is it a cosmic lie or is it literal?
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| The books I read that used to free my mind
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| Have made me more blind but the truth I’ll find it
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| I was a happy nihilist
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| Now I’m wondering why I exist
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| I’ve taught this to myself, piled books up on the shelf
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| But it still hurts like hell to trust nobody else but me |