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Doesn't Remind Me
Medium
by Audioslave
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I walk the streets of till I get lost
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I studying faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't 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 I've lost
The 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 to forget
I gypsy moths and talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I ilke nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things 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
and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like before
Calm and sleeping
We won't up the past
So descretely
We won't back
The 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 what I'll need
I like my and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like 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 a cross
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I studying faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't 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 I've lost
The 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 to forget
I gypsy moths and talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I ilke nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things 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
and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like before
Calm and sleeping
We won't up the past
So descretely
We won't back
The 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 what I'll need
I like my and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like in the what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
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