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Doesn't Remind Me 
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I the streets 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 faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving 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 held sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no you can bet
I don't want to 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 remind me of anything
I hammering nails and in tongues
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The that 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 need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The 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 I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine 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 faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving 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 held sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no you can bet
I don't want to 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 remind me of anything
I hammering nails and in tongues
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The that 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 need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The 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 I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
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