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Doesn't Remind Me 
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by Audioslave
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I walk the streets of till I get lost
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The 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 learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering and speaking in tongues
'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 you can bet
I don't want to what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
and sleeping
We won't 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 you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
I throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I playing in the what's mine is ours
If it doesn't me of anything
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The 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 learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering and speaking in tongues
'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 you can bet
I don't want to what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
and sleeping
We won't 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 you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
I throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I playing in the what's mine is ours
If it doesn't me of anything
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