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I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost |
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'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything |
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With a graveyard tan an' carrying a cross |
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It doesn't remind me of anything |
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I like studying faces in a parking lot |
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'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything |
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I like travelin' backwards in the fog |
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'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything |
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[Chorus] |
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The things that I've loved, things that I've lost |
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Things I've held sacred that I've dropped |
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I won't lie no more you can bet |
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I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget |
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I like gypsy moths and radio talk |
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'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything |
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I like gospel music and canned applause |
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'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything |
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I like colorful clothing in the sun |
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'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything |
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I like hammering nails, and speaking in tongues |
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'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything |
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[Chorus] |
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The things that I've loved, things that I've lost |
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Things I've held sacred that I've dropped |
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I won't lie no more you can bet |
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I don't want to learn what I'll need... |
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Bend and shape me, I love the way you are |
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Slow and sweetly, like never before |
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Calm and sleeping, we won't stir up the past |
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So discreetly, we won't look back |
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[Chorus] |
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The things that I've loved, things that I've lost |
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Things I've held sacred that I've dropped |
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I won't lie no more you can bet |
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Don't want to learn what I'll need... |
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I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars |
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'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything |
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I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours |
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If it doesn't remind me of anything |
