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Nothing, we're doing nothing just sitting and wondering why nothing's happening Everyone was there in a wooden chair doing nothing Still doing nothing, drinking smoking nothing's happening No one seems to care in their wooden chair doing nothing I go walking through the park underneath a moldy sky Thinking yes I think this place would be such a lonely place to die, such a lonely place to die Nothing we're doing nothing literally frozen stiff from nothing happening Something has to change cause it's no longer feeling strange to do nothing Ad nauseam nothing and feeling acutely every millisecond pass We can ignore that this is sad because we know that it all adds up to nothing I go walking though the park underneath the moldy sky Thinking about all the different ways that would make lonely ways to die all the lonely ways to die From Letras Mania