Tekster: Nirvana. Nevermind. On A Plain.

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I'll start this off without any words
I got so high that I scratched 'til I bled

I love myself better than you
I know it's wrong so what should I do?

The finest day that I ever had
Was when I learned to cry on command

I'm on a plain
I can't complain

My mother died every night
It's safe to say don't quote me on that

The black sheep got blackmailed again
Forgot to put on the zip code

Somewhere I have heard this before
In a dream my memory has stored
As a defense I'm neutered and spayed
What the hell am I trying to say

It is now time to make it unclear
To write off lines that don't make sense

One more special message to go
And then I'm done then I can go home