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Introducción: E
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I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
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With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
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I like studying faces in a parking lot
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
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I like driving backwards in the fog
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
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The things that I?ve loved the things that I?ve
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lost
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The things I?ve held sacred that I?ve dropped
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I won?t lie no more you can bet
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I don?t want to learn what I?ll need to forget
( * Toque a intro)
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I like gypsy moths and radio talk
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
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I like gospel music and canned applause
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
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I like colorful clothing in the sun
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
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I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
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The things that I?ve loved the things that I?ve
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lost
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The things I?ve held sacred that I?ve dropped
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I won?t lie no more you can bet
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I don?t want to learn what I?ll need
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Bend and shape me
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I love the way you are
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Slow and sweetly
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Like never before
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Calm and sleeping
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We won?t stir up the past
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So descretely
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We won?t look back
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The things that I?ve loved the things that I?ve
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lost
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The things I?ve held sacred that I?ve dropped
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I won?t lie no more you can bet
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I don?t want to learn what I?ll need
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I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
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A like playing in the sand what?s mine is ours
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Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything