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Paper Cuts (Remastered)
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Dale Crover
Dale Crover
Барабаны
Krist Novoselic
Krist Novoselic
Бас
Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Kurt Cobain
Kurt Cobain
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jack Endino
Jack Endino
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At my feeding time She'd push food through the door I'd crawl towards the crack of light Sometimes I can't find my way Newspapers spread around Soaking all that they can A cleaning is due again A good hosing down The lady whom I feel maternal love for Cannot look me in the eyes But I see hers and they are blue And they cock and twist and masturbate I, I said so I said so I said so Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana Black windows of paint I scratched with my nails I see others just like me Why do they not try to escape? They bring out the older ones They point in my way They come with a flash of light And take my family away And very later I have learned to Accept some friends or ridicule My whole existence is for your amusement And that is why I'm here with you To take Me with You're right Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana Nirvana
Writer(s): Kurt Cobain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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