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By John Frusciante, Everyone speaks at the same time
Everyone wonders "Who am I?"
It'd
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By John Frusciante, Learning there's nothing to gain from advice
Hey doubt, come on
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By John Frusciante, Oooo Away, ahh
Oooo Away, ahh
I can't disguise the things I
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By John Frusciante, (instrumental)
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By John Frusciante, No one makes a loop around me
No one round here
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By John Frusciante, We make the music that divides you
It's handed down as
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By John Frusciante, Hit in the face when you open a door
Unconsiderate to
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By John Frusciante, I didn't lose you
In those fights i fought
I don't owe
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By John Frusciante, And we will show that wherever you are
That is where
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By John Frusciante, And they're thought to be lies
But we saw them, saw
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By John Frusciante, Do you throw it in the well
Wishing you had someone
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By John Frusciante, I do dream you
Allow me to believe you are
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By John Frusciante, Carried thru the road so far alone
Days glue themselves
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By John Frusciante, You don't throw your life away
Going inside
You get
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By John Frusciante, I fail to do what I'm trying
I've these walls
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By John Frusciante, Extra time when you think it's over
Live a life
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By John Frusciante, All around you is to feel and watch you
They
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By John Frusciante, I'm crowded when I'm gone
I live here to seep
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By John Frusciante, I'm representing a face of light
I'll take your place,
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By John Frusciante, I feel that wheels are turning 'round
Replay
We made
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By John Frusciante, Someone's waiting to fly with me
Someone's saying goodbye everytime
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By John Frusciante, I can't wait
I can't wait for the time to
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By John Frusciante, Seal your wide shores
With no one in between
You
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By John Frusciante, I mean it
I wouldn't go out side
And walk around
They may
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By John Frusciante, Learning there's nothing to gain from advice
Hey doubt, com on
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By John Frusciante, All around the world
We could make time
Rompin' and a stompin'
'cause
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By John Frusciante, I know you're a slave kid
And you are my
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By John Frusciante, Psychic spies from china
Try to steal your mind's elation
Little girls
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By John Frusciante, You fall around these lights where
You made me come, dear
Leave
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By John Frusciante, Flat on your back
Your senses are lost
And you're what you