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[ti:cut-out] |
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[ar:john frusciante] |
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[al:shadows collide with people] |
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[offset:-100] |
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Your number fakes coming along without you |
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Knowing a shift took place |
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Your father hooks a wing about you |
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If you flail this broken sword around you'll |
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Cut nothing up |
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Again we'll face these things when they're dead issues |
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Moments take each others place |
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Born and forgotten the same way |
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Hey |
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I'll pay you to cut me out |
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A blower of hot flesh is a baby |
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That's the first white stuff I sucked |
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To feed this open fire with a windy day |
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Never knowing who you really are |
