Текст песни bikini kill - R.I.P
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I can`t say everything about itIn just one single songI can`t put how I feel in a packageAnd sell it back to everyoneBut wait There`s another boy genius whose fucking goneI hope the food tastes better in heavenI know there`s lots of rad queer boys up thereI hope everytime they talk to youThey know that they`re lucky to be your friendCuz lookThere`s another boy genius whose fucking goneAnd I wouldn`t be so fucking mad so fuckingPissed off if it wasn`t so fucking wrongIt`s all fucking wrongIt`s not fair- It`s not fairIt`s not fairBut no one said life was easyYeah, but no one said-on one saidNothings supposed to happen, right?No, no one told me anythingTo prepare me for fucking thisThere`s another boy genius whose fucking goneDon`t tell me it don`t matterDon`t tell me it don`t matterDon`t tell me I`ve had three days to get over itIt won`t go awayIt just won``t go away