WHEN NIETZSCHE CALLS

When Nietzsche calls
Like a teenage friend
When the teardrops fall
And they just won’t end
You can count on me
You can count on me
You can count on me
To rub my hands with glee

When Nietzsche calls
Like a siren song
When this new love stalls
And you can’t go on
You can count on me
You can count on me
To celebrate your loss
Like a victory


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