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[ti:unchanging] |
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[ar:john frusciante] |
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[al:the will to death] |
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[offset:-100] |
| [00:18.47] |
And we will show that wherever you are |
| [00:23.97] |
That is where all time starts |
| [00:29.57] |
It's a pleasure to die |
| [00:31.73] |
A pleasure to be gone |
| [00:35.87] |
Into the sky we move on |
| [00:41.57] |
Life is unchanging |
| [00:46.02] |
It let me go |
| [00:53.50] |
Life gave me up |
| [00:57.70] |
And I have no control |
| [01:11.16] |
I have no control |
| [01:31.84] |
Everything goes a way that I do not |
| [01:37.61] |
I clean up the clouds I ride |
| [01:43.47] |
I've never been up where I see the others climb |
| [01:49.50] |
Seems like it must be nice |
| [01:55.39] |
Laughter's an ugly friend of mine |
| [02:07.32] |
We share the best and worst of times |
| [02:27.63] |
Everyone goes where they belong |
| [02:33.31] |
Nobody goes elsewhere |
| [02:39.38] |
Never much thought goes to being |
| [02:45.38] |
Right or wrong, |
| [02:51.46] |
Right or wrong |
