Come as you are,
as you were,
as I want you to be.
As a friend,
as a friend,
as an old enemy.
Take your time,
hurry up,
the choice is yours,
don't be late.
Take a rest,
as a friend,
As an old memory
Memory
Memory
Memory
Come doused in mud,
soaked in bleach,
as I want you to be.
As a trend,
as a friend,
as an old memory
Memory
Memory
Memory
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
--Instrumental--
Memory ...
Memory ...
Memory ...
Memory ...
When I swear that I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun..
No, I don't have a gun..
No, I don't have a gun..
No, I don't have a gun..
(Memory ...Memory ....)
Nirvana
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Come As You Are
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