He needs a quiet room With a lock to keep him in It's just a quiet room And he's there He plays an old guitar With a coin found by the phone It was his friends guitar That he played He's never been in love But he knows just what love is He says nevermind And no-one speaks

Too late, He sleeps with angels Too soon, He's always on someone's mind.

Kurt Cobain's rich as fuck he's buried in the ground

He rocked the United States by flying all over the country and playing that rock and roll He is a good singer He is my rock star

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