Chords for Kurt Cobain Hears Extremely Rare Compliment

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Excuse me, Nevada, my son is gone. _
Happy birthday, please tell him.
[Ab] Nevada, pray, please.
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Wait, oh yeah, happy [Ab] birthday.
Did he make it here?
No, he's here now, he's up there.
If you can get his drum, it's given a jump streak.
He's got a little bit of a fever.
We'll sort him something out.
[Eb] You never met him?
Well, I'm backstage, you know.
[Ebm] He's gone.
He's up there now. _
Where's Craig?
Craig, there he is.
Hi Craig.
Hi mate.
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_ _ _ _ Oh, thanks.
Oh, God, my hero. _ _ _ _ _
I know your wife, Connie, right?
You do?
Yeah, [Dm] she's brilliant.
Thanks, mate.
No problem.
_ _ _ _ _ Oh, I've got this to be sent to tell my friends at school.
Congratulations, girl.
Oh.
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_ _ Don't smoke.
No, I won't, mate.
He does, mate.
He's just not.
He drug-takes.
He collects it.
He's got a tax on his car.
He'll get his drum.
Oh, he's got his drum.
He'll get his drum, too.
Yeah, well, Craig.
Go with him.
Go see.
What?
Oh, thanks, mate. _ _ _ _
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