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1996-2007
khanada rhodes
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...