Tono: E
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 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 wanna learn what I'll need to forget
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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 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 wanna learn what I'll need
Dm
Bend and shape me
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I love the way you are
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Am
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 discreetly
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We won't look back
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The things that I've loved, the things that I've 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 wanna 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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I like playing in the sand, what's mine is ours
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If it doesn't remind me of anything