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Doesn't Remind Me 
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by Audioslave
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I walk the of Japan till I get lost
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like in the fog
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things that I've loved
The that I've lost
The I've held sacred
I've dropped
I won't lie no 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 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 ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things I've loved
The 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 want to learn what I'll need
Bend and shape 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 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 to learn I'll need
I like throwing my voice and 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 a cross
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
I like in the fog
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things that I've loved
The that I've lost
The I've held sacred
I've dropped
I won't lie no 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 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 ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
'Cause it doesn't me of anything
The things I've loved
The 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 want to learn what I'll need
Bend and shape 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 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 to learn I'll need
I like throwing my voice and 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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