by Kurt Cobain
Come, as you are, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend
As an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest, as a friend
As an old memory
Come, doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend
As an old memory
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
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