Empty your half in mine
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Wait on, erase time
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There's bound to be too many
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(?Crawl to numb her seperate womb?)
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In chambers calm yourself out first
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They all break out
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And they all break out
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Seem to wish I'd a revolver,
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We move away from God
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There was a place to drive
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There was a place to drive
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All along that day
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Place to Drive
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| John Frusciante |
