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Doesn't Remind Me 
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by Audioslave
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I the streets 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 faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I driving backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The I've lost
The I've sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and 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 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 before
and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't back
The things that I've loved
The that 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
I like my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's 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 faces in a parking lot
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I driving backwards in the fog
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved
The I've lost
The I've sacred
That I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like music and canned applause
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful in the sun
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and 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 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 before
and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't back
The things that I've loved
The that 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
I like my voice and breaking guitars
'Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
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