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While you play the guitar on stage, she cries with
her loneliness.
You are just sad rock star with long hair.
On the highway, you drive your van at 100 miles an
hour.
At every rest stop, you smoke cigarettes and eat
junk food.
Sometimes you hold your tongue and stare
vacantly into space.
What do you think about?
Getting big name? Making money?
Plagiarizing someone's melody?
You don't know anything at all!
Where did Kurt disappear to?
Tell me!
Why couldn't Jim play the guitar anymore?
They destroyed themselves?
Even now the world has continued to make them
play the hero of a tragedy.
Their dreams stopped at their best days.
The same age as you, now.
You must turn back the way you have come.
Go home and hold her tight tonight.
On the highway, you drive your van at 100 miles an
hour.
At every rest stop, you smoke cigarettes and eat
junk food.
Sometimes you hold your tongue and stare
vacantly into space.
What do you think about?
Getting big name? Making money?
Plagiarizing someone's melody?
You don't know anything at all!
Where did Kurt disappear to?
Tell me!
Why couldn't Jim play the guitar anymore?
They destroyed themselves?
Even now the world has continued to make them
play the hero of a tragedy.
Their dreams stopped at their best days.
The same age as you, now.
You must turn back the way you have come.
Go home and hold her tight tonight.
Wipe tears from her cheeks
and hold her tight again.
Go back home.
Hold her tight.
Wipe her tears.
Hold her tight again.
her loneliness.
You are just sad rock star with long hair.
On the highway, you drive your van at 100 miles an
hour.
At every rest stop, you smoke cigarettes and eat
junk food.
Sometimes you hold your tongue and stare
vacantly into space.
What do you think about?
Getting big name? Making money?
Plagiarizing someone's melody?
You don't know anything at all!
Where did Kurt disappear to?
Tell me!
Why couldn't Jim play the guitar anymore?
They destroyed themselves?
Even now the world has continued to make them
play the hero of a tragedy.
Their dreams stopped at their best days.
The same age as you, now.
You must turn back the way you have come.
Go home and hold her tight tonight.
On the highway, you drive your van at 100 miles an
hour.
At every rest stop, you smoke cigarettes and eat
junk food.
Sometimes you hold your tongue and stare
vacantly into space.
What do you think about?
Getting big name? Making money?
Plagiarizing someone's melody?
You don't know anything at all!
Where did Kurt disappear to?
Tell me!
Why couldn't Jim play the guitar anymore?
They destroyed themselves?
Even now the world has continued to make them
play the hero of a tragedy.
Their dreams stopped at their best days.
The same age as you, now.
You must turn back the way you have come.
Go home and hold her tight tonight.
Wipe tears from her cheeks
and hold her tight again.
Go back home.
Hold her tight.
Wipe her tears.
Hold her tight again.