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