Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden
(ps. this is my favorite song.) In my eyes Indisposed In disguises no one knows Hides the face Lies the snake And the sun in my disgrace Boiling heat Summer stench Neath the black, the sky looks dead Call my name Through the cream And I'll hear you scream again Black hole sun Won't you come And wash away the rain? Black hole sun Won't you come Won't you come Won't you come
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