| I walk the streets of Japan 'til 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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| Yeah it doesn’t remind me of anything
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| I like studying faces in parking lot
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| 'Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
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| I like drivin' 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, things that I’ve lost
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| 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, things that I’ve lost
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| 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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| Don’t wanna learn what I’ll need…
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| Bend and shape me I love the way you are
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| Slow and sweetly like never before
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| Calm and sleeping we won’t stir up the past
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| So discreetly we won’t look back
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| The things that I’ve loved, things that I’ve lost
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| 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 playin' in the sand, what’s mine is ours
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| If it doesn’t remind me of anything |