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Lyrics: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. Kurt Cobain's cardigan.

You say tomorrow is gone, tomorrow?s not gone
just let it come,
I?ll walk the length of your town, ?til no one?s around
except us punks

The way we are now it?s alright,
so don?t tell me it?s the last night of our young lives
The way we are now, it?s alright,
so don?t tell me it?s the last night of our young lives tonight

Again, again stop trying to win
the things that you want, I?ll never miss
We?ve got a rainbow of sound, so tell me what?s wrong
with cum and bliss

The way we are now it?s alright,
so don?t tell me it?s the last night of our young lives,
The way we are now, it?s alright,
so don?t tell me it?s the last night of our young lives,
Won?t you come with me tonight?