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Doesn't Remind Me 
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by Audioslave
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I the streets of Japan till I get lost
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
a graveyard tan carrying a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The things I've lost
The things I've sacred
I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to what I'll to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I gospel music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The 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
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The 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 what I'll need
I like throwing my and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the what's mine is ours
If it doesn't me of anything
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
a graveyard tan carrying a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The things I've lost
The things I've sacred
I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to what I'll to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I gospel music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The 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
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The 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 what I'll need
I like throwing my and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the what's mine is ours
If it doesn't me of anything
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