(intro 2x) E A EE A E I walk the streets of Japan till I get lostA E Cause it doesn't remind me of anythingA E With a graveyard tan carrying a crossA E Cause it doesn't remind me of anythingA E I like studying faces in a parking lotA E Cause it doesn't remind me of anythingA E I like driving backwards in the fogA E Cause it doesn't remind me of anything (refrão)E D A E The things that I've loved the things that I've lostD A E The things I've held sacred that I've droppedD A E I won't lie no more you can betD A (intro 2x) E A E I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget (verso)E A E I like gypsy moths and radio talkA E Cause it doesn't remind me of anythingA E I like gospel music and canned applauseA E Cause it doesn't remind me of anythingA E I like colorful clothing in the sunA E Cause it doesn't remind me of anythingA E I like hammering nails and speaking in tonguesA E Cause it doesn't remind me of anything (refrão)E D A E The things that I've loved the things that I've lostD A E The things I've held sacred that I've droppedD A E I won't lie no more you can betD A I don't want to learn what I'll need (interlúdio)Dm Bend and shape meAm I love the way you areA Am Slow and sweetlyG E Like never beforeDm Calm and sleepingAm We won't stir up the pastA Am So descretelyG E We won't look back (refrão)E D A E The things that I've loved the things that I've lostD A E The things I've held sacred that I've droppedD A E I won't lie no more you can betD A I don't want to learn what I'll need (verso)E A E I like throwing my voice and breaking guitarsA E Cause it doesn't remind me of anythingA E A like playing in the sand what's mine is oursA E If it doesn't remind me of anything
Doesn't Remind Me
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