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Kurt Cobain...

He took my heart away from me
Now he laughs in pleasure and glee
I see a girl on his lap
He whispers sweet nothings
To me they are bitter every things
I ran home to cry on my bed
Not a word to mother was said
Farther came home late that night
He looked at me with such a fright
As I was swinging from left to right
He saw me hanging from a rope
Which was firmly knotted around my throat
He took his knife and cut me down
In my pocket a note was found
Dig my grave, dig it deep
Dig my grave from head… Continue