I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn t remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn t remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn t remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn t remind me of anything
[Chorus]
The things that I ve loved the things that I ve lost
The things I ve held sacred that I ve dropped
I won t lie no more you can bet
I don t want to learn what I ll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn t remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn t remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn t remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn t remind me of anything
[Chorus]
The things that I ve loved the things that I ve lost
The things I ve held sacred that I ve dropped
I won t lie no more you can bet
I don t want to learn what I ll need to forget
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won t stir up the past
So descretely
We won t look back
[Chorus]
The things that I ve loved the things that I ve lost
The things I ve held sacred that I ve dropped
I won t lie no more you can bet
I don t want to learn what I ll need to forget
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn t remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what s mine is ours
If it doesn t remind me of anything

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