Vitamin String Quartet - In Bloom Lyrics
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In Bloom
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What Are The Lyrics For In Bloom By Vitamin String Quartet?
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say He's the one Who likes all the pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it mean Knows not what it mean And I say yeah |
Who Wrote In Bloom By Vitamin String Quartet?
Kurt Cobain
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What's The Duration Of The In Bloom By Vitamin String Quartet?The duration of In Bloom is 4:22 minutes and seconds. |
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