D E A D Each night I pray to Kurt Cobain E A D That the skin I'm living in won't let me die in vain E I'll wipe the sleep from my morning eyes A D It lets me know I'm still alive D Everyone is gonna die A E D Tralla, tralla, tralla D Father, Son, Holy Ghost D
Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast A Father, Son, Holy shit D Pearly gates, or firey pit I was born so far away from home E I forget sometimes where I'm supposed to go A If you could just get here somehow D I can feel at home right now E A So I can smash my own windows out D E Cause I lose myself sometimes A D The other times I'm fine, alright E I still bleed when I get cut A D And I'm still looking for songs to trust E A So I can smash my own windows out D Father, Son, Holy Ghost E Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast A Father, Son, Holy shit D Pearly gates, or firey pit D Father, Son, Holy Ghost E Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast A Father, Son, Holy shit D Pearly gates, or firey pit D Father, Son, Holy Ghost E Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast A Father, Son, Holy shit D Pearly gates, or firey pit D Father, Son, Holy Ghost E Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast A Father, Son, Holy shit D Pearly gates, or firey pit D Father, Son, Holy Ghost E Bacon, eggs, dry rock toast A Father, Son, Holy shit D
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