| Turn off the ventilator
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| No need for adrenaline
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| Turn off the defibrillator
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| And life support machine
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| No need for valediction
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| No need for obituary
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| No point in sending flowers
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| I’ve already exited
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| If push comes to shove
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| And they’re naming names
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| If I had to blame somebody, babe
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| I’d blame Kurt Cobain
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| I went out and bought a record
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| Put it on my stereo
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| Felt just like teen spirit
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| I knew it was time to go
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| She told him that she loved him
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| And she’d never break his heart again
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| Like a fool he believed her
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| She told him that she loved him
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| And she’d never break his heart again
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| And once again he forgave her
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| Couldn’t take it no longer
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| So he went for his revolver
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| Blew his head right off his shoulders
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| Oh the pain |