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Doesn't Remind Me 
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I the streets of till I get lost
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
a graveyard tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I driving backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The I've loved
The that I've lost
The I've held sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to what I'll need
and me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
before
and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The things that I've loved
The things I've lost
The things I've sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to what I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the what's mine is ours
If it doesn't me of anything
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
a graveyard tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I driving backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The I've loved
The that I've lost
The I've held sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to what I'll need
and me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
before
and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The things that I've loved
The things I've lost
The things I've sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to what I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the what's mine is ours
If it doesn't me of anything
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