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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 me of anything
With a tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I backwards in the fog
'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 want to learn what I'll to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like colorful in the sun
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'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 you can bet
I don't to learn what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like 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 I've sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no you can bet
I don't want to learn I'll need
I throwing my 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 me of anything
With a tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I backwards in the fog
'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 want to learn what I'll to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like colorful in the sun
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'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 you can bet
I don't to learn what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like 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 I've sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no you can bet
I don't want to learn I'll need
I throwing my 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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