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Doesn't Remind Me 
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I walk the streets of Japan till 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 driving backwards in the fog
'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 want to learn 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 me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke nails 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 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
never before
and sleeping
We won't up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The that I've loved
The things that I've lost
The I've sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't to what I'll need
I like my voice and guitars
'Cause it doesn't 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 driving backwards in the fog
'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 want to learn 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 me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke nails 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 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
never before
and sleeping
We won't up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The that I've loved
The things that I've lost
The I've sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't to what I'll need
I like my voice and guitars
'Cause it doesn't 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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