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Doesn't Remind Me 
Medium
by Audioslave
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I walk the streets of Japan I get lost
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
With a tan 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 backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The 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 to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering and in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The 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 me
I the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The things I've loved
The things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred
I've dropped
I won't lie no you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
I like throwing my 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 me of anything
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
With a tan 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 backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The 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 to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering and in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The 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 me
I the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
The things I've loved
The things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred
I've dropped
I won't lie no you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
I like throwing my 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 me of anything
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