Nirvana - In His Hands |
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In His Hands
Nirvana Driven conversations, even I can read Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream Taking medications, in the back of the room Driven conversations, he died in June. See the stab wounds in his hands He's dying in his room See him dying in his room Heading for me, heading this way He's dying in his room He is coming, I don't care Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind Giving conversations to a friend of mine Giving medications, in a lighted room Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should See the stab wounds in his hands Keep a promise, even you You killed him, I don't care See the silence in his head Keep a promise, you would too He is coming, I don't care We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind Giving conversations, to whom they don't know Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time Taking medications till my stomach's full. See a famine in his head See him coming at their heels He loves you, give him a chance I don't love him, I don't care See him starving, give her hell It is over, we don't care In His Room |
