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Doesn't Remind Me
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by Audioslave
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I the of Japan I get lost
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like driving in the fog
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things I've loved
The things 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 learn what I'll to forget
I like moths and radio 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 colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things that I've loved
The that 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 what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
and sweetly
Like before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't back
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 to what I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like in the sand what's is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like driving in the fog
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things I've loved
The things 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 learn what I'll to forget
I like moths and radio 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 colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things that I've loved
The that 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 what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
and sweetly
Like before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't back
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 to what I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like in the sand what's is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
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