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Doesn't Remind Me 
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by Audioslave
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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 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 I've loved
The things 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 to forget
I like gypsy moths and 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 like colorful in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and in tongues
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things that 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 to learn what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I the way you are
Slow and sweetly
never before
and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The things that I've loved
The that I've lost
The things I've held sacred
I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I playing in the 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 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 I've loved
The things 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 to forget
I like gypsy moths and 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 like colorful in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and in tongues
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things that 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 to learn what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I the way you are
Slow and sweetly
never before
and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The things that I've loved
The that I've lost
The things I've held sacred
I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I playing in the what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
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