There`s no fortune to be made here,
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It`s just a town like any other town.
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Sure there must be good things left to say
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Can`t think of one, so...
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I won`t say,
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nothing...
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Wears a pretty face and armor
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She got shine at the surface and coal below,
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nothing...
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Please don`t tell me,
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I already know,
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...nothing
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Living like a mobile spinnig off its line
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Fed up of always sad about the wheels-within-wheels
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Tension rising higher, it`s coming through my window
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And all I seem to feel...
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is nothing...
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Please don`t tell me, I already know
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nothing...
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Oh, it`s getting better now
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But time will show
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Nothing - never goes away
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Nothing - never goes away
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Tonight I saw her again
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A blood red luna (looner?) sitting on the bridge
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It could have been a sign but I don`t believe in signs,
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I... don`t believe in...
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Nothing...
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Please don`t tell me, I already know
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...nothing
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Oh, it`s getting easier
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But time will show
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...nothing
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She`s got a brand new set of reasons
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Why she can`t let it go
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Nothing
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Please, don`t tell me, I already know,
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...nothing
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Nothing
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| Gary Jules |
