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The main problem I have with having this song stuck in my head is that it's only the

beginning part that stuck in my head. And it goes like, in my eyes, indispose,

indescries, is no one knows, hides the face, lies the snake in the sun in my

disgrace, boiling heat. Some a stench, neat the black, the sky looks dead. Call my name

through the cream and I'll hear you scream again. Do do do black hole sun,

what you come, and wash away the rain, black hole sun, what you come, what you come.

Thank you for letting me do all of it. We were we were writing a lot myself. I can't

not. It's stuck in my fucking head. Black hole sun is one of those, you know, in the

spinning of the wheel of walking unbroken glass, the vanguard bus, black hole sun. Why?

Yeah, it's just in that it's in my wheel of songs that gets in my head every month.

That is one of these things is not like the other situation. Yeah, I know. I mean, it's

got a vibe to it, you know, it's funny because it's both a great song and also that song

that messed with my MTV Horniness watching. See it up. Because it would be horrible.

So I'm like, God, I love this song, but at the same time, I am now just very confused

and upset trying to waiting for the Mariah Carey video that I was so excited to get to

and instead I'm watching these people's faces more filled. Yeah, just hideous nightmares.

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