| 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 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 |