We make the music that divides you
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It's handed down as a thing to cry to
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And all my wars they treat you kindly
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There's nothing more important that i see
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There was a time when all was empty
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Unorganized a clog a death scene
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Things opened up and there's so many
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Paths to walk ports of entry
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Now that I'm gone
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Now that i'm long gone
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This minute has come and gone
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I never said to do anything but forget me
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I can't be lost
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I've learned everything form loss
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For what's gained there's an inner cost
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I won't pay it i never would
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We left the seasons back in Long Town
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There was a hint of sadness going round
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We met the brothers who drove arrows
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And shot assumptions wide and narrow
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I know i mean what i'm forgetting
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We give for everything we're getting
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A lot that hasn't been put away
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It's building up for that fateful someday
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Now that i'm gone
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Now that i'm long gone
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This minute has come and gone
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I never said to do anything but forget me
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When it seems i'm around
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Check again what's up and what's down
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Any silences make a sound
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before the equation i'm the answer
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Loss
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| John Frusciante |
