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| When i'm feeling tired She pushed food through the door I crawl towards the crest 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 for Cannot look me in the eyes But i see hers and they are blue But they cock and twist and masturbate I said so (x3) Nirvana (x6) Black windows of paint I scratch 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 in a flash of light And take my family away And lately i have learned to Accept some friends of ricicule My whole existence is for your amusement And that's why i'm here with you Meet me You are right Nirvana (x7) |
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