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Slap yourself
Without any words
I’ve got so high
I scratched till I bleed
Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do
Finest day
That I ever had
Cause when I learn
Cry on the band
Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do
I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain
My mother died
Every night
They said you see
And quote me I’m mad
Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do
Black she got
Black nails again
You got to put
She’s offers a goat
Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do
I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain
Somewhere out in love
There’s a fourth
In a dream
There’s memories stored
What the hell
Am I trying to say
Use that time
To make it all clear
To write off lies
That don’t make a sense
Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do
One more special
Message to go
Then I’m done
And I can go home
Love myself
Better than you
Know it’s wrong
So what should I do
I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on a plain
I can’t complain
I’m on aplain
I can’t complain
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Lyrics: Nirvana
