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p.l. you
well there's no surprise 
one look into those eyes 
having sex every saturday 
in the afternoon, with the tv on 
it's all you know 
it really makes you wanna throw 
it could be time for a holiday 
on the s.o.f. or a spanish isle 

too much comes too soon 
money doesn't buy you anything good 
no love can be alone 
just lay back and give it to the bastards! 

nothing ever really matters 
who cares about you anyway? 
nothing ever really matters 
who cares who lives, who dies? 
(p.l. you, p.l. you) not me 
(p.l. you, p.l. you) or you 

oh you claim distressed 
when you are so casually blessed 
with a look in the alleyway 
consume a tuna fish in an old tin can 

too much, you come too soon 
money doesn't buy you anything good 
no love can be alone 
just lay back and give it to the bastards! 

(p.l. you, p.l. you) nothing ever really matters 
(p.l. you, p.l. you) who cares about you anyway? 
(p.l. you, p.l. you) nothing ever really matters 
(p.l. you, p.l. you) who cares who lives, who dies? 

welcome back my... 
welcome back, oh end of the life 
understand me here and now... 
got to get away 

(p.l. you, p.l. you), (p.l. you, p.l. you) 
(p.l. you, p.l. you), (p.l. you, p.l. you) 
(p.l. you, p.l. you) nothing ever really matters 
(p.l. you, p.l. you) who cares about you anyway? 
(p.l. you, p.l. you) nothing ever really matters 
(p.l. you, p.l. you) who cares who loves, who stays? 

in the end, of this song
not me 
i'm gone...