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Doesn't Remind Me 
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by Audioslave
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I walk the streets of till I get lost
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
With a graveyard tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like 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 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 I'll 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 colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't 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 me
I love 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 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
I throwing my and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
With a graveyard tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like 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 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 I'll 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 colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't 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 me
I love 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 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
I throwing my and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
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