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[ti:loss] |
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[ar:john frusciante] |
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[al:the will to death] |
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[offset:-100] |
| [00:51.30] |
We make the music that divides you |
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It's handed down as a thing to cry to |
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And all my wars they treat you kindly |
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There's nothing more important that I see |
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There was a time when all was empty |
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Unorganized a clog a death scene |
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Things opened up and there's so many |
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Paths to walk ports of entry |
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Now that I'm gone |
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Now that I'm long gone |
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This minute has come and gone |
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I never said to do anything but forget me |
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I can't be lost |
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I've learned everything form loss |
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For what's gained there's an inner cost |
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I won't pay it I never would |
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We left the seasons back in Long Town |
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There was a hint of sadness going round |
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We met the brothers who drove arrows |
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And shot assumptions wide and narrow |
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I know I mean what I'm forgetting |
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We give for everything we're getting |
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A lot that hasn't been put away |
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It's building up for that fateful someday |
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When it seems I'm around |
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Check again what's up and what's down |
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Any silences make a sound |
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Before the equation I'm the answer |
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La, da, da...oh, la... |
