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When I’m feeling tired
She puts you through the door
I crawl towards the cursed alley
Sometimes I can’t find my way
This curtain’s (kurt is? ) spellbound (still round)
So get all that you can
A cool man is toughening/too plain
A good hosing down
When the hate in my field (ma)eternal all four
Cannot look me in the eyes
But I asked the years ham radio blew
And the car, twist, mouth, fear! yaaah!
I think so
I think so
I think so
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana...
Back when ’twas a party
I scratched with my nails
I see now that she’s just like me
Why do they not try to escape?
They bring out the holy ones
They pointed my way
They come with the flashing lights
And take my family away
An-gr-y later I am known to
Slap some friends of ridicule
My whole existence is for your fears
And that is why I’m here with you!
Don’t taaaake
Me awaaaaay
You’re round
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana
Nirvana... |
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