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Throws back a coffee, throws on a raincoat
Walks out the door, as if she was never there
Lover of nothing, lover of no one
Lover of nothing, lover of no one
Dressed in electric silk, dragons’ breath patterns her
Lover of no one, nothing concerns her
No religion, no convictions
Just the spit on her tongue, the inscrutable smile
All things spring from nothing
First you love something, then you loose it
If you love nothing, you’ll never loose it
Lover of nothing, be a lover of no one
Lover of nothing, lover of no one
Rules are for fools, she stands where you find her
Just a face in the crowd, giver of nothing
No religion, no convictions
She rides a lame dog that dies happy
All things spring from nothing
First you love something, then you abuse it
Reduce it to nothing, debase and bruise it
Oh, but you’ll never loose it, never loose nothing
Nothing lover
She burns with a cold fire, as if she don’t see us
And savours a bold desire for nothing
Nothing lover
Smell of incense, presence of no one
Permission to enter
Nothing
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